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sweettodo · 3 years
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Animals ⟿ Levi Ackerman x fem!reader
Includes : cockwarming, smut, swearing, riding, slight praise.
Word count : 1,8k
An, ik this is short. But I’m down bad yall. I am so dick deprevied it is just sad. ANYWAYS. Also I couldn’t think of a good title bc this is just smut w no plot??
Levi was not the one for pda, quite the opposite- no surprise there; he hated kissy couples who laid all over each other like idiots. It was really disappointing when you were more or less ignored besides meal time throughout the day, where in the dining hall we would be able to have some conversation.
You sat across from him at dinner, the smoldering heat from the summer evening which kept you all from wearing your normal uniforms, you wore a white tank top with some random shorts while Levi looked incredibly sculpted, his pecs and abs filling out a tight-ish short sleeve shirt, sweat slightly sticking to his arms, restricting, that- that tight...
“Oi, staring much?” My gaze snaps back to his dark eyes, deadpan face and all. You smirk and roll your eyes, his eyes fell deep into yours; he bit his tongue in anticipation of what you were planning next.
“Sorry, Captain.” You drag, with that slight whiney undertone you purposely allowed to slip from your lips. he scowled at you, obviously irritated at your childish behavior, you playfully kick him under the table, Hange eyes you from the corner of her eyes, smile planted on her face. Everyone knew you rarely called Levi ‘Captain’ and the only time you did was- quite frankly- in the bedroom.
She turns to face Levi, her smile only growing when she sees how irritated he looked, “why the pout ‘Captain?’” She laughs teasingly, patting his shoulder. It was all fun and games until you don’t expect the sharp kick into your calf, you jerk backwards and wince, followed by a hiss and you stand, your legs hopping over the bench and as you pass Levi, you feel his eyes burn holes into your backside. Steering yourself across the halls and finally down to Levi’s office with the adjoining bedroom, sneaking into the office; making sure no one saw, you close the door behind you in excitement; your stomach giddy knowing you did a sufficient job planting a little bug in Levi’s ear; enough to get the ball rolling.
One thing no one knew, a surprising fact that left you baffled the first time you had heard it; Levi was a switch. At least when he felt like it. It came in handy when he didn’t want to do any work.
He liked to watch you get yourself off and use him like a toy.
Slowly walking around his perfectly neat desk, the infamous Levi walks in, slamming the door behind him. While he stood there, you continue strolling around the wooden desk, fingers lightly trailing across the smooth finish of his desk, “do you think you’re subtle? Practically moaning my title in front of our peers?” He grits, walking over to his bedroom door, opening it and standing there waiting for me, “get on the bed. Now. This is what you wanted right? To piss me off enough?” I slyly walk by him, ignoring his tantrum, my fingers once again trailing across his immediate tensed stomach. He shuts the door behind him and watches you sit on the bed, legs hanging off the side.
It didn’t take long for the air to quickly become thick in the moderalty large room. Your neglected pussy throbbing at the idea that it was about to be packed to the fucking brim.
He slips off his shirt whilst standing in between your legs, you gulp and look up at him. Suddenly grabbing your jaw, a tight grip which you quickly realized he wasn’t going to make this any easier for yourself, “I’m gonna get on this bed, and you’re gonna ride me.” You blink innocently, incapable of nodding from his freakish Ackerman strength. He shoves you off his hand, your back hitting the bed, your hand raising to your jaw and rubbing the tenderness.
Unbuttoning his pants, kicking them off his thighs and propping himself against the rustic wood headboard, you slip off your top, followed by your shorts, you approach him to straddle him, starting to throw a leg over his waist.
But before you can do that...
Grabbing ahold of your hips, he begins manhandling you, turning you around to reverse him, “that’s unfair.” You pout, his hands dragging up and down your thighs, applying a loud slap against your right ass cheek, your cunt clenching as he slaps you again with his hard calloused hand.
“What’s unfair? What’s there to look at if you’re facing me?” He chuckles, you crane your head back to look at him, a smug look on his stupid face.
You bring yourself up and deciding to give yourself a little pleasure. You find yourself bringing your clothed heat against his hard cock, grinding.
This. This, for certain Levi could not resist, he allows you to give a little friction, knowing he wouldn’t allow it to go on for too long regardless, “I wanted to look at your face.” You hum, whining your hips slightly against him, his mouth falling dry.
“Tch, show me what you can do, yeah?” His hands massaging the small of your back, gripping and kneeding tightly as you sit up only a little, leaning down so you can snake your hand between your legs and releasing his dick from his boxers with one hand, he uses his two fingers to move your underwear to the side, adjusting so you can ride him.
Your hands grip his thighs, the curve to your back which he looked at, your shoulder blades rolling, fitting him into your cunt, your head moving almost erratically as he stuffs you, “so fucking wet, how long have you been like this princess? I fucking love it.” He praises, his hands still helping you up and down still at a slow pace.
“All day Levi.” You admit, he lets out a little ‘hm’ in response, he was just so fixated on the way your hips and thighs moved while on top of his slightly sweaty body; the sound of skin sticking together was echoing throughout the bedroom.
His hand lingering up your spine, reaching for your hair, his fingers entangling into your roots, grabbing hard and yanking your light headed - head back, he sits up and brings his head right to the crook of your shoulder, you stop thrusting yourself up and down momentarily, “I love it when you sit pretty on my cock like this, mh’ could be like this all fucking night.”
You can only wimped in response, walls uncontrollably flexing and twitching around his cock which sat nested in you for what felt like forever, with his hand still in your hair, he used his free one to weave around to your front, slipping into your underwear, you gasped and cried out, panting like a fucking dog as he plants firm and pressurized circular motions around your clit.
You couldn’t move; body being help down on his dick, you couldn’t even squirm underneath him, “Such a feign for my cock aren’t you? Tell me what you want.” You could’ve cum right then and there.
“Bend me over.” You begged, he picks up the pace of his three fingers which spun crazily around your bud, his fingers becoming soaked. He completely ignored you, “fuck! Levi!” You wail, your pussy twitching, eyes rolling back, still restrained over his hard on. Thighs twitching as you feel the slick of your cum bathing Levi’s already drenched cock. His fingers had slowed tremendously, working you through your first orgasm, he releases his fist from your hair and your weak neck drops down and you breathe, you wanted him to fuck you now.
“You better not move. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.” He growls, feeling you attempt to lift your hips back up for any type of thrust; which he stopped.
His hand leaves your slit, you groan in frustration, “Captain, please bend me over.” You whine and plead once again.
This time it works, he quickly pulls out and pushes you onto your elbows, he gets on his knees, lightly slapping your shoulder, motioning you to turn your face towards the head frame as he stood perched behind you; your head in the pillows as he kicks open your legs with his knee, pushing down against your hips so he could look at your throbbing pink pussy, screaming to be fucked.
“I shouldn’t even be touching you right now.” He grits, angling himself against your cunt, sliding back in, it truly stung, the time he spent sitting inside you only heightened those nerves, they exploded when they came into contact. “Annoying me like that? You think you deserve this?” He insults, contradicting his words with his slow thrusts, crying into the pillow, his tight grip which held your legs in place, he’s pulling your hips towards him; fucking you onto his dick.
“I-m sorry Levi.” You moan, he smacks your ass, the stinging sensation onto going straight to the most sensitive area. You were so close to releasing again; luckily for you Levi wasn’t they type to stop you. Loud moans being somewhat silenced by the pillows yet didn’t block all the sound. Levi, who is drilling your hips onto his, he stops and switches roles, him doing the pounding.
Levi’s hand grabs ahold of the headboard, watching you fall apart under him, arm and back flexing beautifully as your cum juiced down his cock. You were so fucking wet, wetting his thighs and your own from the skin to skin contact.
With one hand placed roughly on your back, the other on the headboard, he wastes no time gaining momentum and fucking you absolutely silly; fucking you till’ you were seeing stars when you closed your eyes.
Your weak hand reaches for his moving body and you keep it on top of your tail bone so you could touch his stomach as he thrusted back and forth into you, the tips of your fingers touching him was enough for you to orgasm.
Not to mention the headboard banging back into the wall as well- which neither of you paid any mind to-while he was assaulting the absolute fuck out of your cunt. Your tears and drool which have destroyed the pillow are no match for the amount of cum and sweat that both you and Levi had soaked the sheets with. You two fucked each other like animals, you two could be going all day and night if you didn’t need the sleep for the coming day.
Nor did he care about pulling out, not even warning you, or even himself for that matter- he’s catching himself unloading a thick load deep into your squeezing pussy. His grunts filling the room; followed by a repeated ramble of your name. You had lost count to how many times you had cum, which came to no shocker when it was Levi.
He stays inside you, his sputtering thrusts, he panted as he still kept you full and warm with his softening cock, not wanting to feel cold, stubborn about the fact he needed to stop fucking you at some point. People were bound to have heard the banging headboard and wailing, which you and Levi would be hearing about with the neighboring headroom and office... Hange’s room and office.
He finally slides out of you, entertained at the sight of his cock covered in slick. You lift your head up and throw yourself onto your back, whilst Levi is doing the same. He looked a mess, glistening with sweat, hair either sticking to his forehead or little pieces even clumped together; with his cheeks red, mouth slightly open with heavy breaths from his chest- he was a hot mess, but you didn’t even want to know what you looked like.
“Let me pee and we go again Captain Levi?” You tease, body perking up, he looks up at you and smirked, nodding and as you roll out of bed, he slaps you hard against your ass, you jump and scurry to the bathroom.
“We don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyways.” Levi mumbles as he stands up to follow you to the bathroom.
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lillian-nator · 3 years
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Everything below was made by Me, Eye, and Ethan over the course of like 3 days
Thank you (with additions from sleepy my beloved)
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Okay
So
Wilbur isn’t the oldest
Techno is
But it’s a war run empire, they take pride in their troops and armies and triumphs
The soldiers come first
So Techno is the commander in chief , the general
Wilbur, second born
Is heir to the throne
To the diplomatic side of the empire
and Tommy Gets shit
He doesn’t even understand why Phil had another kid
Of course there is the situation where Techno or Wilbur dies, or one of them steps down, but it won’t happen
Was he really born to be the understudy
he was born as a backup
Tommy was an accident but they’re not gonna let the public know that
like he's the Zuko
Phil doesn't really pay attention to him so his mother picks up the slack
Wilbur is 21
Techno’s 23
Tommy’s 17
However I have a really good idea for prince Tommy, just like what if he doesn’t like the way that people treat him? Like he doesn’t want all these yes men he wants to be he wants to be told now, he want somebody to tell him he that’s against the rules he just wants him like structure he just want someone to hate him he want someone to not like him and say no and tell him that he’s stupid which is why he does all of the stupid shit that he does
Ever since he was like 4
Everyone has said yes
He wants to defy them
He wants to just do something to make someone say no
That and he lowkey
He wants ~~Phil~~ Wilbur to pay attention to him
Is a Little Shit who causes so many problems on purpose to try and find someone who will push back against him
He wants someone to give him structure and discipline but overall he just wants his family’s attention
He’s broken shit, thrown temper tantrums, he’s started fights and he’ll he’s even snuck out and stole things
He’s never been stopped
People consider him snobby and spoiled
He's a brat
He gets everything he wants, but he doesn’t really want it, he just asks to see if they’ll tell him no
Tubbo = Stable Boy
Ranboo = Prince of another country (probably the americas)
Ranboo could definitely fit the role of an overseas royal prince who Tommy sees as a regal, spoiled, uppity little shit. Like Tubbo, who Tommy sneaks everywhere, has met Ranboo and likes him. Tommy can't possibly see why, he's unbearable.
Bench Trio = Best freinds
I think that Tommy and his brothers were always very very close
they just have jobs and shit
They took over Phil's shit
they probably drift apart as they get older, Wilbur and techno have duties and Tommy starts his quest for attention, they grow apart from their little brother without realizing it
Tommy and his mother (kristin) are always and have continued to be close
she definitely chides him, and tells him quietly to not do things for all of his "misbehaviors"
but there is only so much that she can do, because she has the duty to not make a scene
that and she's not who he's looking for attention from
You may be asking "How is crime recognized, identified, discussed, and atoned for?" more specifically, "Is it a 'you stole my bread so without asking anyone I'm cutting your hand off' or is it the US court system" ~~You may also be Ethan~~
The answer is:
like the UKs
But more like
Okay so the Supreme Judicial system, but Phil (and then Wilbur) has teh final say
Court system, but with Phil overseeing everything
instead of a judge
HOWEVER, that's in the national level
in smaller villages, its more of the cut your hand off system
because the judicial system isn't regulated
So bonus questions:
Punishments and the identification of whether a crime counts as a crime?
soldiers can call crimes out, and citizens can file reports
Phil's not really shit, he just doesn't show Tommy any attention because he's busy with the other two
Just honestly doesn't even care about most shit Tommy does
Like, doesn't pay attention to it until it affects him, he's busy running a country and training the boys to running a country
I don’t think they (the brothers) realize how badly everything is affecting Tommy
The only one who knows anything about the full extent would be his mom, and she’s in a similar boat to Tommy
Phil doenst really see her much either
Not like she could “Make a Scene” trying to get Phil to pay attention to his youngest, to actually love his child, he’s barely around
Kristin and Phil spend time together at night, but during the day everything is for the cameras
its like the UK royals, how they do shit just for the people
And Phil doenst want to hear about the kids at night, he wants to spend time with his wife
Tommy has stolen a car and will do it again
Just fucking hopped in and took a joyride
With Absolutely No Repercussions
Do you think Phil ever tries to hire like, a nanny or something? In the aftermath of the Car Incident? Yes, and it never worked
Tommy, like 15 at the time, pissed as hell as a random ass woman tries to tell him to go to bed at 8:30 pm
Tommy wants somebody to tell him no but not somebody hired to tell him no mannn
Tommy goes to like parties - like ragers
he has a network of really famous friends like young actors and shit
dude is a party animal, underage drinking, rumors of drugs, he’s the PR Teams worst nightmare, but they’re not going to say anything
The press makes up SO MUCH SHIT
The press once said that he had done cocaine when it was really one of his friends
Tommy adopts two dogs (hello Betty and Walter) without asking either of his parents
Betty is short for Elizabeth
He brings them in off the street
Literal abandoned street dogs and he goes, mine now
He like, walks down the street with sunglasses on, and just doesn't look at anyone as he walks the dogs, who have like black nice leather leashes
The paparazzi always finds him walking the dogs
like a modern celebrity
Mans can and will call the paparazzi on himself - because he is a drama queen ETHAN Tommy voice "hello pa pa. I have hired two new staff, pa pa." "Huh?" "they have found work in this palace as emotional support animals, pa pa." "....ok." tommy voice "he didn't even blink, elizabeth the fourteenth" END OF ETHAN MAKING FUN OF THE BRITISH
By the way just to clear things up with you all, Tommy addresses Phil as "Father"
most of the paparazzi's pictures of Tommy are him flipping the camera off
He poses for them
just sees a camera and fucking sticks his tongue out and flips them off
He’s wearing some atrocious outfit while walking his dogs and he just has a full on fashion photshoot of poses for them
If his dad won’t give him attention at least they will
Tommy befriends some of the staff
he hates a lot of the butlers tbh
thinks they're stuck up
but likes to gossip with the maids, and sit in the kitchen as the chefs cook lunch "Heyyyy, chef!" "Your highness, what is it, are you hungry?" "Can't a man just talk to his chef? Befriend his castle staff?" "Ah."
that and the kitchen gives betty and walter treats
Top ten Prince Thomas microaggressions
Number One: he calls Phil "your highness"
For context, kings are referred to as Your Majesty
He calls Wilbur Your Majesty
It was a joke when they were younger, a habit from then on, but now it’s to spite Phil
Tommy spends an ridiculous amount of money on clothes all at once, purely to see if Phil would yell at him for using the family debit card for it
He never wears the clothes
He doesn’t particularly like any of them anyways
Instead he donate them all anonymously
Tommy may be a brat but he isn’t wasteful
By the time Tommy’s 12 he’s started acting up, and it escalates slowly until he hits 15 where things just start snowballing and he gets worse and worse
he's definitely nicknamed by the press as some sort of party animal or fratboy
a spoiled brat
He’s 16, and he knows his place in the family, he is forgotten and glossed over, but he won’t be ignored, not if he can help it
The Public gives him the attention he wishes his father would give him, he walks his dogs with the paparazzi tailing after him, just hoping that maybe one scandal or one horrible picture will eventually be enough to make his dad actually See him
he'll tell the paparazzi what they want to hear
and give every magazine a story to tell
they notice him
he just wants somebody to tell him no, somebody tell this boy no without being paid to please
Tommy probably has like, pierced his ears or smth. Gotten tattoos.
he has holes in his face yes.
he pierced his ears and his nose
He has a tattoo on the inside of his finger that matches with Tubbo and Ranboo
Maybe the picture of him plastered from last weekend will make his dad reprimand him
Maybe the weed found in his backseat will get his Dad to ground him
Maybe the bottle of fucking pills he was “holding for a friend” but got caught with Will get some sort of reaction
and its not like he's only doing it for attention
he starts it for attention, but he loves it he does
he has fun, he loves his friends, he likes the parties and the air
but, he also loves the attention, he's not gonna lie
Tommy who took adderall at a party once but it didn’t do anything for him, he seemed to function a little better actually
Tommy who knows Techno has adhd and takes adderall for it, Tommy who puts two and two together Bc he’s not fucking dumb
Tommy realizing his dad never cared to even get him diagnosed or treated
and Techno does notice, he does figure it out, but he does either a "hey..." or a "m8 I'll just get you your own if its helpin you focus" and tommy is furious
Tommy's life here is just
'trying to be yelled at HARD MODE'
Just wants to be screamed at, lowkey
I think, Wilbur avoids the tabloids
And the press
And the news
However, his advisors often read him the shit about Tommy - or anything about him
But they never see the pictures
They don’t see the picture of Tommy drunk on a strangers balcony
They don't see how bad it is
Tommy however? LOVES reading what the press has to say about him
Phil sees it however,
And he’s so disappointed
He gives Tommy so many talks but it never works
Because it doesn’t get him to love Tommy, to care about what Tommy does
Not like their mother
And he never makes a scene, not in the way Tommy wants to
It's all about "YOUR RUINING OUR IMAGE"
not: "YOUR RUINING YOUR LIFE"
He never asks if Tommy is ok
He never asks if he’s safe
Tommy's mum however, SO MANY AWKWARD "STAY SAFE" TALKS
He doesn't just fucking jump off shit because of her, he's slightly less reckless so that he can come home alive to her
I just think that Wilbur, no matter how busy, would find time to concerned yell at his baby brother if he were to find out about the pills
Weed and alcohol? Not great but ok.
Pills though?? He is full blown concerned Wilbro there
His brothers care. Their father is busy. He's a jerk sometimes too.
Wilbur does put out the fire a bit
He’s glad Wilbur had his best interest in mind
But man
The news headlines
They do him dirty
Shit like “Prince Tommy Caught Doing Cocaine at Frat Party” really fuck him over
They really just try their best to make him look like shit 95% of the time
Tommy loves it, just a little
Bad press is still press
He laughs at the headline Bc he knows he wasn’t doing cocaine, but Phil doesn’t, wilbur and techno don’t know that
It’s a tense week after that headline is released
His mom doesn’t even know if Tommy would have actually done cocaine
They just don’t know
Kristin asks him
She’s the only one who believes him
I think Wilbur wants to believe him, Techno too
But it’s hard to, especially when you’re not even sure you know your own brother anymore
Wilbur says something along the lines of being disappointed in Tommy, if he thought Tommy was trying to be better
Tommy scoffs and says he is trying, but that it’s real rich of Wilbur to be or entering to care now
This isn’t even the worse headline
One time a blonde kid got picked up from the same party Tommy was at on a stretcher, he had had an allergic reaction
Some shitty journalist saw and automatically assumed it was Tommy
They ran with the story that the prince had fucking overdosed for at least a week
The things they say are close to the truth but not quite
The PR Team tries their best to help but
They don’t even know what’s true or not
Tommy goes on a bender for a week, and walks into their office with coffee and pastries to apologize
They all know that presents mean a rough week of damage control
But Tommy imports them these Bomb ass donuts so
Fair trade really
Also heaven forbid tommy gets seen with a girl
It’s the worst shit
Tommy gets caught, drunk off his ass, pushing a couch out a window
(To be fair the people were moving soon anyways, they didn’t need the couch, it was a going away party)
And the next morning, recalling what he did
He orders up those pastries and calls the coffee place
Swings by to pick up the coffee and picks up the pastries all within the next two hours and delivers them on the third with an apology note
It’s fucking DAMAGE control
Thinking about Tubbo and Ranboo being Tommy’s DDs when they can
They are
When Tommy’s handler isn’t around
Them doing wild shit together but not Wild Shit
Tommy teaches them how to do burnouts and donuts in a fucking lambos in an empty mall parking lot
Ranboo goes everywhere incognito, Tommy practically flaunts his rank, Tubbo is considered a nobody and doesn't have to do anything but show up in casual clothes. He has a uniform for stablework.
Ranboo's parents are approving of his friendship with the fledging prince, as they hope he can wrangle Tommy to regality and he's building positive relations between the two kingdoms.
Phil is disapproving, worried Tommy will taint Ranboo and his rep and cause a tense air between the two kingdoms. Tommy loves Phil's worry, he practically bathes in it, it's the attention he so craves.
Tommy definitely will hold Tubbo's hand when he walks with him, because the headlines all scream Tommy is the gay?? and while he's very incredibly straight, he finds this hysterical.
Ranboo isn't always in Tommy's kingdom and rather spends most of his time at home. He might be second to heir or the crown prince himself, but he does have to spend time in his own country. Tommy face calls him a lot and he and Tubbo are ecstatic when he announces he's going to visit
I imagine he's second to the throne because that means he can focus on building relations instead of training to be king.
Older sibling Fundy, gets chronic illness, and Ranboo has to take over the throne for a bit
One of Tommy's worst stunts was hitching a ride to the Americas/Ranboo's kingdom without telling anyone.
Whether by boat or plane, he was gonna go visit his young king friend no matter what.
I say "young king" but he's still a prince. Just filling in for fundy
But all eyes turn to Ranboo and Ranboo is stumbling with attention he'd never known. Tommy has to help, doesn't he?
He expects such a punishment for stowing away to visit, but the headlines are... positive. Prince Tommy's friendship with Princr Ranboo becomes.... legendary, practically. Tubbo is always excluded from the news, even when he comes with.
Never too fantastical for classism
But no, the headlines see Tommy's visit not as the young, rebellious prince stowing away, but as a young boy risking his skin to visit his stressed friend.
Tommy is appalled.
And Tommy just groans and shows him the phone
And Ranboo laughs and goes
“There there Tommy, I’m sure dragging me to a frat party will be enough to ruin the good press.”
“Maybe get a dui, you’ll have diplomatic immunity so no jail time?”
“Boo, I wouldn’t get jail time even if I wasn’t em-mune, I am simply too poggers.”
“Sure man, let’s go with that.”
Tommy’s like “maybe I need to actually start doing hard drugs”
Ranboos just like “no -“ just “Please god no, your brothers will kill both of us.”
The Boo is terrified of Techno and Wilbur
Not as royals though, simply as Tommy’s older brothers
Like he knows about Tommy’s issues with validation and feeling unloved, he knows his Brothers are often very busy
But he also sees the way they look at Tommy, and the way they look when people talk bad about Tommy
He knows if something were to happen and he was to cause harm to Tommy or cause Tommy to cause harm to himself
It probably wouldn’t end well for him
Wilbur and techno try as hard as they can
But they’re SO busy
That they can’t do much especially when Tommy’s so persistent on doing his shit
Tubbo is great with the horses he tends to, and Tommy adores them. Ranboo is an excellent, regal rider and Tommy and Tubbo are more rough and ballsy, so races are fair and fastpaced.
Ranboo once got bucked by a royal stallion and Tommy and Tubbo never let him live it down.
I imagine Tubbo lives on the property, as some servants do. He either doesn't have a family, has a bad one, or his family doesn't live close to the palace.
So Tommy 10/10 sneaks to the servants' quarters and he and Tubbo sneak out to ride the horses.
I feel like Wilbur makes more of an effort after the pills and cocaine incident, he tries to ask Tommy about the headlines
Purples is Tommy’s friend
Rich family, old money
Throws a lot of the parties Tommy goes to
Purpled and punz :handshake: Tommy
Frat Boys
I think you guys are underestimating the time that Tommy spends at the castle
Like he still has school, and usually 3 days out of the week he follows around his brothers like an endearing little shit
But those 4 days where he’s gone (which includes weekends) plus nights, he’s doing shit
Also, yiu know Pongo right
101 Dalmatians
That’s how Tommy walks Betty and Walter
They are like standing completely proper and walks straight
ah yes, the royal bitches and also betty and walter are there too
the paparazzi taking pictures of Tommy and the dogs
and Tommy turns, taking his sunglasses off, and smiles big and wide "They have names you know? You should stop callin' them 'the royal dogs'."
One of the guys, he's familiar with the prince turns on his camera and asks "what're their names Prince Tommy?"
"Betty and Walter. Give them some respect."
Tommy visits Ranboo sometimes. Ranboo was looking for him one day and just found him standing in a long hall, staring at a portrait.
It's Ranboo, just barely younger, hands folded behind his back, the perfect picture of regality.
Tommy is staring at it because he knows that at home, there is a portrait of Wilbur looking like that, and one of Techno, and one of Phil and Kristen, and one of himself.
But somehow this image of Ranboo is.. haunting
Not because it doesn't match with the Ranboo he knows, but because it does.
It haunts him because he can stare at his portrait for hours and never see himself, but this is so plainly Ranboo that it's chilling.
Ranboo stands beside him, hands folded behind his back as they always are when he is in nice clothes and his eyes are visible. Tommy glances over and Ranboo is facing him, but staring up at the picture. It's still him.
The clothes are different and his hair is longer now, but Tommy can't tell the difference past that.
He knows that Ranboo is what his family wants him to be
He knows that Ranboo is him if he hadn't strayed, the same past
Ranboo knows exactly what’s going through his head right now
And he knows exactly what he needs too
They get fucking piss ass drunk in Ranboo’s room order takeout and FaceTime Tubbo
They can party tomorrow, Tommy doesn’t need to be in public right now
ANywyas
Tommy and his mother have a wonderful relationship
she teaches him literacy and history, they have a tutor teach him maths
they eat breakfast together every morning
the whole family does
but his mum tries to eat lunch with him at least 3 times a week
he goes out for lunch the days he doesn't eat with his brothers or mom, out to some resturant, sometimes, they trash it or party, sometimes he just brings Tubbo, no big group, and they just chill
With Ranboo in line for kingship (the way royalty works is that if the ruler dies, it will always go to the next in line of blood, never by marriage. Even if every heir was dead, it would still not go to the ruler consort but instead to a family member of the late ruler), rep is so much more important
he can't really be seen with Tommy sometimes
not on the bad weeks
not when Tommy just destroyed a bnb or set off fireworks with his friends, or was caught throwing chairs into his friend's pool
Tommy likes sport cars
big car guys
He has an exorbitant amount of fancy cars
its truly like
disgusting
how many cars he owns
Wilbur makes fun of it Bc the kid is just now legally old to drive
But Wilbur has so many expensive instruments
Some of which he doesn’t even know how to play yet
to be fair
Wilbur doesnt go breaking his instraments
Techno, techno has swords, which makes sense Bc he’s a general
But the amount swords he has just hanging on his wall
Never meant to be used
It’s so many
I feel like Tommy has a few cars that he doesn’t even let get scratched tho much
His babies
he has his expensive cars that he wrecks
and then his expensive cars that he treats like gold
They’re named
Clementine is this horrendous orange car that he absolutely loves
Its a bright orange ferrari
(He loves it Bc it was a gift from Phil, one of the first cars in his collection)
(Tommy doesn’t know that the idea was his mother’s, his father didn’t know what to get him)
all of his cars have padding in the back for his dogs
Tommy hates purse dogs, the girls with them are always fake and horrible
but he wishes his dogs were that small
Easy to transport
but they got all gangly limbs like him
and stand up to his hip
Henry is his sleek black classic mustang convertable
its what he drives when he doesn't want to be followed by the papp
It’s what he drives when he takes The BT to lunch
its not that the paparazzi doesn't know its him
they know
but he's not in one of his bright fucking obscene cars
The press and Tommy have a weird sort of understanding
He creates their headlines and they let him have moments to himself
If someone breaches that
They risk getting blacklisted
that car was what he drove to his grandmother's funeral in
im not naming his grandmother, but all royals live like forever
Clementine barely sees the road I think
She’s kept in top condition
By Tommy’s own hands
But she probably doesn’t get driven to the parties
Or the brunches
Or the clubs
She's used pretty much exclusively for black tie events
Tubbo is his driver for those Bc he trusts no one else with the car
And he has to exit her before she’s parked
So Tubbo valets and then meets him inside
It’s also how Tubbo gets into the black tie events
so its modern right
so its like thousand-dollar suits instead of capes
so, Tommy just refuses to wear blazers and suit jackets
he always wears his button-ups rolled to his elbows
Maybe, maybe you’ll get him in a vest
But most of the time it’s a button up, rolled up sleeves, and the tie is most likely incorrect or untied
The only reason it’s correct half the time, is because Wilbur makes him let him tie it
Tommy won't wear the jacket because he prefers to roll his sleeves up - he's able to do anything, party or just like rough housing with his brothers, or helping out the staff
Wilbur won't wear a tie, or a button up most days, opting for a high-end sweater and loads of jewelry; its just much more his style.
Techno won't wear a vest because it restricts the places he can hid weapons, and he almost never keeps his tie tied.
Tommy trying to walk past Wilbur to leave with and untied tie
“Wait! You know you can’t leave like that, come here.”
Tommy’s groans and slumps over but walks over to Wil anyways
“I’m just gonna untie it halfway through the party, you know i will.”
“Well, I’m not letting my little brother walk a red carpet with an untied tie, you know I won’t”
The second half said in a mocking tone of voice, very clearly mimicking Tommy’s whining
It’s a soft moment, they stand there together, brothers
And as Wilbur’s pat the finished tie, they make eye contact and both of them have undeniably fond looks on their faces, damn they’re brothers n shit
“Thanks Wil.”
It’s quiet, it’s soft, it’s Tommy
“Of course.”
Just as soft, just as quiet, wholly Wilbur
Wilbur clears his throat breaking the soft atmosphere of the room
“Now go, you gremlin. Don’t be late”
Wilbur ruffles Tommy’s hair, careful not to mess it up too much
Tommy rolls his eyes And quickly heads for the door “Bye Wil! Love you! Don’t wait up!” Wilbur quickly yells after him
“Love you too! Don’t do anything stupid!”
“Oh Wil you know I can’t promise that!” Wilbur just rolls his eyes and returns to his book
Yeah Tommy stays away from tobacco I think
Just weed
and I wouldn't be surprised if like hits peoples vapes sometimes, but doesn't smoke cigs
for sure, its stressful
Wilbur smokes cigarettes though
and he can't act out like Tommy can
and Phil loves him..
Techno and Wilbur watching Tommy rebel in the ways they never got to
They feel kinda sad, that they never got to be kids like that, sad that Tommy feels like he has to act out for attention
he gets to do shit
like he gets to be a real teen
the whole, dumb rich 17 year old experience
like yachts, and expensive hotel rooms, and sport cars
And sure they probably wouldn’t have been going to frat parties or crashing brunch places, but they see him with BT
See him have actual friends
And they’re happy for him
But it hurts a bit
And Tommy's hurting too
It's a lot
but its like
even if Phil wasn't shit
its a lot of attention
like everyone is watching them at all times
Techno and Wilbur have to stay refined in the eyes of the press
Tommy gets to put on a show for them
Yeah yeah
Do you know how much a drunk picture of Prince Tommy is worth?
Too much
Some random guy on his first paparazzi job, gets a pic of Tommy, shirt mostly unbuttoned, tie tied around his head, drinking out of a beer bottle, and flipping off the camera while stumbling out of the most expensive hotel in the UK
The guy never has to work again
Purpled son of some billionaire, and Ranboo a literal prince is with him
They are both laughing at him
Tommy swung on a chandelier that night
A picture of that ends up online, some socialites Twitter
The amount of people in her dms for that picture?
Ludicrous
Like just the random pictures from Snapchat stories
Magazines pay thousands
Yeah the amount of double takes people have done going through their friends Snapchat stories like
Just tapping through
“WAIT WAS THAT PRINCE THOMAS????”
So, Dessert Drinks
It’s alcoholic beverages that have like chocolate or gram crackers or maybe candy in them
That are meant to taste like a dessert
So there’s chocolate cake margaritas, or like s’mores drinks
They’re Tommy’s favorite things in the world
Everyone thinks that he’d like the like strong, burning, whiskey esk stuff
But no
He wants the sweetest thing you got
Like he’ll drink straught vodka, but not if he doesn’t have too y’know?
He also like wine strangely enough
The like really expensive wine
Bc it reminds him of Wil
They have it down in the cellar
Techno is the whiskey dude
Or like 1942
Which is just a really bougie tequila
He just likes the shit that burns
Tubbo will drink literally anything
He’ll eat anything too
It definitely comes from the spot that he didn’t have that many choices like Tommy, but he genuinely just likes anything
Which is why Tommy really likes to treat him out to fancy fucking restaurants
One of Tommy’s favorite past times is spoiling his loved one
Fucking loves giving presents n shit
It's his love language
Ranboo doesn’t pay for anything when he’s visiting
Tommy insists on paying
Tommy has millions from the throne, he will use it
Plus he uses his daddy’s card so like, Phil can afford to spend the money
Oh he has one of those black cards doesn’t he
And by he I mean Phil
But you know, Daddy’s card
Black amex all the way
Boujie motherfuckers
Tommy's drunk like persona is different depending on the environment
When its Wilbur and Techno having to deal with Drunk Tommy
He’s like an excitable puppy, he would switch from rowdy to sappy real quick for his brothers
So they’re trying to get a drunk Tommy to bed but Tommy’s 100% clinging to them
Just full of affection
Techno tries to leave to go study and drunk Tommy just looks so fucking sad
Kicked puppy
He’s very much turning on the little brother charm, full scale pouting, whining, nicknames and all
making grabby hands, sitting on thr ground, fluffed up hair, shirt all wrinkled
"Fucking - fine. What are you gonna do without me, hm?"
He’s a god damned puppy and it’s hard to believe this is the same kid who got in a bar fight last week
he hangs off the chandeliers of boogie hotels
he also trashes his friend's rentals
on the other hand, he hugs his brothers
and steals Wilbur's crown
when he wears Will's crown it goes over his eyes
Still does after all these years
He’s grown but Wils head is simply too big
Tommy has his own crown of course
he just doesn't wear it as often as Wilbru does
Wilbur wears his all of the time
Tommy wears his when
A. he's drunk and with friends
B. at formal or royal events
he likes wearing it when he's partying
still thinking about drunk Tommy and his brothers having to deal with him
He makes techno give him a piggy back ride
He can walk fine, he just wants a piggy back ride man
Can you blame him?
They all really miss being little
They miss being able to be kids n shit
when their mother took care of them
and their father did all the king shit
And when Techno would give Tommy piggyback rides in the garden
When Wilbur had all the time in the world to learn how to play guitar
Even if it comes from Tommy getting drunk off his ass they’re glad they can still find the childish joy that they once had y’know?
Techno gives Tommy a piggy back ride to his room, and Tommy steals Wilbur’s crown and they talk and it’s nice
And as everything winds down Wilbur plays his guitar
And it’s so similar to when they were younger man
...
but then,,, Wilbur gets called down for an emergency meeting
and Techno has to make sure the guards are doing their rounds
and Tommy's left all alone in The Prince's Chambers
and people wonder why Tommy likes partying
fills the time, doesn't it?
He wakes up cold and alone and hungover
And he calls Tubbo and they just fucking day drink man
It’s a bad two days
Yeha but basically after this night he and Tubbo get fucking drunk as hell and they don’t come back to the castle for two days
And Tommy is barely sober during those two days
After those type of days happen Tommy always goes completely straightedge for a week
He doenst need to develop an addiction y’know?
Plus the chaos doesn’t have to happen drunk
He’s pretty irrational sober anywyas
half of the parties he's at he's not even drunk
sometimes he'll get high
but he just likes the adrenaline
and just hanging and being fucking assholes with his mates
POV you are an emotionally wrecked prince who is hanging onto this present as proof that your dad knows who you are at least in the slightest and you find out it’s not actually a gift from him but something your mother told him to get you
He didn’t even think twice just called the dealership and asked for the car, didn’t even know which one it was
mmmmm Tommy wrecks Clem that night
It’s not a good night for anyone
Got drunk as hell man
No dd
Car crash
I don’t think Clem is totaled
And Tommy is ok
But she’s scratched and dented and it’s just a representation of how Tommy feels
Something about Clementine being symbolic of hope and the idea that his father knew him
And with that crashing down
Clementine was bound to crash too
Tommy gets out with some bruises and Clementine can be fixed
But it happens on a public street so it’s everywhere
Tommy wrecks Clem
Then fucking goes on a bender
just destroys shit
parties so he doesn't think about it
and then he fucking crashes
Wilbur and Techno and Kristin all know what the car meant to him, what it symbolized to him
So when there’s a headline and a picture of Tommy staring at a wrecked Clem, they don’t know how to feel
maybe he mentioned something about upgrading Clem to Phil, or offhandedly at family dinner
And Phil asks something like “Right and when did you get this one?” Very rudely y’know
And Tommy’s like, it’s the one you got me for my birthday last year, and Phil just says something about how he has to be more specific because he doesn’t even know which one that is
And Tommy feels everything crumble around him and he just tensely says, “never mind...” and goes back to his food
The other three watch the whole exchange like, “fuuuuuuuuuck”
And then as soon as dinners over Tommy’s out the door man
He’s gone
he doesn't take the dogs, which means he's causing damage
He doenst even take Tubbo
they can hear the handler hand Tommy the keys
Tubbo comes to Wil to ask if he knew where Tommy was and that’s when they realize Tommy’s going out to cause real damage
And Tommy’s phone is turned off
They can’t contact him
Tommy gets handcuffed
he won't get arrested, but he'll get brought back in a police car
he fucking like crashed into a poll on purpose
like it was less on purpose and more like he definitely wasn’t not trying to hit something
And then they fucking breathalyzer him and he’s drunk as balls
Straight vodka type night
there's a bottle in the cupholder
He gets out when he wrecks and you just see him dead eyed staring at the scratches on her hood
The dent in her door
The cracks in the windshield
And he just takes a swig of the bottle
He lets the police take the bottle and handcuff him, taking him back to the palace
Clem is towed back too
He doenst care man
this is bigger than party to distract Bc it’s all he’s thinking about even drunk n shit
So I feel like he’s absolutely crushed
he spends like a week or two in a depressive episode won't leave his room, won't talk to his dad
and then he asks his mom "why didn't you tell me?"
and she just purses her lips and and shakes her head
and he's out
he needs to leave
he doesn't need her pity
and he just goes to Purp's and parties
because he just wants to have fun for one night before he learns that everything is a lie
His brothers are there as much as he lets them be
Tubbo too
Ranboo would try to make it over after seeing the headlines
he gets on a jet
and goes as soon as he sees the news
cause Clem was Tommy's baby
He loved that fucking car man
And then
Boom
One dinner is all it took to ruin everything
Phil's just left like "what'd I do?"
Techno is straight faced
Wilbur rolls his eyes at Phil
And Kristin just looks stressed
She’s still staring the the door Tommy all but ran out of
none of them finish dinner, Kristin waves the butlers over to clear the plates
They don’t, and Phil is just so confused and frustrated and he doesn’t know what happened
Top 10 Prince Tommy Headlines: 10. Mourning or Disrespectful: Prince Thomas caught smoking outside grandmother's funeral 9. New Connections? Prince Thomas and Prince Ranboo seen outside Palace walking Royal Dogs 8. Protective Older Brother; Crown Prince William shielding Prince Thomas from cameras while walking down London streets 7. When Will He Stop? Prince Thomas continues his week-long bender 6. Another Frat Party: Prince Thomas found stumbling drunk after rowdy night at The Ritz London 5. Boy Crazy? Prince Thomas and Mystery Boy seen dancing at Crown Prince William's Birthday Ball 4. Is Prince Thomas's Rampage Over? The Prince seen hungover, nursing a coffee at London Branch Costa Coffee 3. Time to stop; Prince Thomas caught doing cocaine at socialites party 2. A good friend - Prince Thomas flew to the United States to help Prince Ranboo with new responsibilities
1. When is enough, enough? Prince Thomas crashes after driving drunk, arrested.
10 Tommy doesn’t smoke cigs so mans was just getting high at his grandmas funeral
he was real close with his granny, it was a sad day
It was because his father said something like “oh, I didn’t know you were coming Tommy”
It was his fucking grandmother Phil
Tommy just puts his sun glasses on, and sits as far away as he can
Number 5, the boy is Tubbo, Tubbo thinks it’s fucking hilarious, Tommy is pissed
Some of those headlines seem like they’re from the car month
Obviously number one is
But then the bender headline
Then the coffee one
And then the Wilbur one
They seem like a series of events
big month for the press
Tommys hungover and he calls Wil asking for him to pick him up
And Wilbur drops everything Bc he’s just glad Tommy’s coming back home
wilbur fucking glares at the cameras
Tommy's used to it
And then the press tries to mob them and Wilbur Almost breaks decorum
Like almost fucking yells at someone who gets too close
and Wilbur never does that
he's so in-line
he never breaks the rules
but goddamn if they take one step closer -
He’s been especially stressed, and all he wants is to get his baby brother home man
He’s been smoking a lot more since the wreck
He just wishes he could make everything better
Tommy relishes in talking to the press
Wilbur will clart someone who gets to close to his baby brother
The press who’s never seen Wilbur as anything other than composed and charming suddenly being faced with a very angry older brother who smells slightly like cigarette smoke
Wilbur in the Pogtopia coat but it’s some designer piece that’s expensive as hell
It’s his smoking coat
And it’s what he picks Tommy up in
So he smells like smoke
And not the tasteful cologne he usually wears in public
just like a dark overcoat
really expensive wool
Wilbur using it to cover them from the cameras
when they were younger, like 16 and 12, Wilbur would hide Tommy
like no one got a picture of Tommy until he was 14 or 15
Kristin really hid the boys when they were kids too
Tommy trying to peak out and make faces at the camera
it was illegal to get pictures of them younger than 10
like immediate blacklist
And also maybe some legal issues
Wilbur pulls Tommy's hood up over Tommy's head
And it’s very older brother of him too, he pulls it over to protect his face but then cinches the strings to be a little shit
Those Wilbur and Tommy brother moments comps exists in the universe too
But it’s just shit like that
Tommy has a great support system
He really does
His brothers love him
His mom loves him
He has two amazing friends and a bunch of other great friends as well
And sometimes he feels like a brat for throwing all these fits over his dad y’know?
Wilbur always tries to like, keep an arm around him when they're doing red carpets
And keeps Tommy sitting next to him at Royal events
but also like, steals food off his plate
and ruffles his hair
Tommy whispers the fucking worst jokes about the dignitaries and nobles and Wilbur has to keep a straight face
god thats tommys favorite thing to do
he tries so hard to get Wilbur to laugh and lose his shit
The fucking big boobs bit
But it’s Tommy whispering it to Wilbur completely out of context and randomly at a gala
ALSO
THE WHOLE EXTENDED FAMILY BULLSHIT
TOMMY HATES IT
LIKE WHO THE FUCK IS THIS LIKE AUNT TO HIM?
HE DOESNT KNOW HER
But Royal Families are always big on that shiit
They try to hug him n shit
And Tommy depending on how Brave n shit he’s feeling (how fed up he is) will either politely excuse himself or straight up say no and step back with a glare
he's honestly uncomfortable around the strangers
who say they're family
like he's too sober for this
He needs a god damned drink
But he’s in a vest and a nice tie and his crown is sat proper on his head
And he can’t have a drink
god he's like a little doll, he plays by Phil's rules
the crown comes on and he's the proper prince
He fucking hates it
he sips on Wilbur's wine, and does the whole "tequila for water" thing sometimes
Flask in his sleeve
Techno catches him with the flask once and is just impressed
god is that a look on Techno's face
He sees Tommy slip it from his sleeve and somehow sleight off hand take a drink
And it’s just a raised eyebrow and a head nod that says
Good for you
Bc techno also needs a drink during these events
Sometimes Tommy will spike his and Techno's drinks
as Wilbur regally sips on wine
Wilbur fucking also secretly wishing he had a flask during the drier events
Wine drink just isn’t enough sometimes
Wilbur puts on his best face
and pretends he wants to be there
and gives out a warm smile, and raises a glass
god he fucking hates it sometimes
and sometimes he loves it
but man, does he hate it sometimes
Tommy complains and Phil makes a passive aggressive comment about how
“Oh but don’t you love parties Tommy.”
Wilbur sits between them
The table goes
Techno Kristin Phil Wilbur Tommy
Tommy just sneaks another sip of the flask
he doesn't have time to deal with his dads shit
Slumps back in the seat
He probably wouldn’t even try to hide it after that
Not like Phil is actually looking at him
He can let the press have it
He doenst care
just like leaves the flask next to him
under teh table
and jsut takes large swigs from it
Tommy maybe having a group of his friends crash one of the stuffy events
Not an important one
So fucking dedication ceremony to some inane building
He just invites a wild group of socialites
It’s nice
It’s not as wild as a normal Tommy Innit party
But it’s not a stuffy fucking boring ass royal meeting
they just bring some fucking whiskey into the back room and chat shit
Tommy fucking has a group of friends crash this gathering
It’s not wild
But it’s not stuffy
It’s nice
Tommy even drags Wilbur back for at least a little
and that takes a whole lot of work
It really does, Wilbur isn’t even a little tipsy off the wine, and Phil been by him the whole time and it’s just been hell, he can’t get wiobur away from the “socializing” hes doing
but when Wilbur is a bit tipsy he just becomes more charasmatic
truly a king
Less someone putting on a mask for their father
A little bit more authentic
he's a natural, sipping wine with one hand, and shaking hands with the other, crown propped beautifully on his head, million dollar suits hanging off his frame
It’s nice to see his brother in his element
its a bit sad
but its nice
A little yeah, Wilbur’s
Wilbur’s leaving him, not really but
Wilbur being king is-
It’s going to be hard
Different
More than it is already
Wilbur will always love him
But eventually he’ll be too busy for Tommy
Just like Phil is
And it hurts
But that thought is what makes Tommy take a drink of his flask and drag Wilbur to the back room
Wilbur doesn’t have to forget him yet
Tommy looks real regal too
Wilbur wishes that Tommy could see what he sees
But he knows that Tommy’s self worth issues would take more than a nice hug and some warm words to fix
Tommy looks regal, and the gold crown really fits with the whole golden boy aesthetic
and he laughs, and makes conversation with everyome
and everyone eases up around him
Wilbur wishes that Tommy saw what he sees
also
Tommy and Ranboo's texts have been leaked once
Wow so many dog pictures dude
but also
:sparkles:state secrets:sparkles:
That was hell to clean up
it fucking was
it used petnames (which the public is never supposed to know about the nickanmes of royals fun fact)
and said shit about Phil
and detailed Fundy's illness which isn't public
and talked about meetings that Wilbur forced Tommy to attend
Tommy was terrified
Ranboo too
He was so scared someone would be angry at him for it
He doesn’t think he could handle be yelled at for this thing that wasn’t even his fault
like of course he could've not said it over text
but one of his best friends lives an ocean away
and his life is just all about secrets
dont make this something too
:sparkles: hackers :sparkles:
if someone god a hold of Tommy's IP, or Phone, or Phone number
or
dms
they could be using instagram, twitter, or snapchat to have some of these converstaions
dms can get leaked real easily
Mmmm you ever think about Crime Bous
Because all I can think about is when Wilbur does get out of the house, and just like every event they go to
Tommy isn’t a fucking party boy then, he’s just Prince Thomas, Crown Prince William’s baby brother
And they always get photographed and shit
But they have a great time
They’re always smiling when they’re together
Sans Wilbur being a really protective older brother, and when their grandmother died
It’s nice to just go get lunch together at that one specific cafe they’ve been going to for years
Or just walk the dogs together
Just hang out and be brothers
They sit at the same table every time, and Tommy has gotten a Raspberry Lemonade since he was 8
When they walk the dogs, Wilbur holds Walter and Tommy holds Betty
Sunglasses on, big wool overcoats, and pants that were sewn just for them
And they’re seen walking out on the streets during big events a lot too
To like take a breather
Tommy has made a habit of allowing the press to ask him questions whenever they find him
Wilbur on the other hand always knows exactly what to say to press that come up to them
He always shoos them off with a polite “we won’t be answering any question right now thank you” and a blinding smile
And Tommy’s making a face at the press from over his shoulder
Either like sticking his tongue out or making some sort of face at Wilbur
As he gets older, he stops doing it as much because it gets a bit tiring, everything is tiring
But he does it every once in a while, usually a sharp grin over Wilbur’s shoulder accompanied by a middle finger
when like press sees that Wilbur smokes like a lot
hm
big thin
and I feel like Wilbur would straight up be like "its not a big deal, its completely legal"
and hes like smoking 8 cigs a day, but its fine
He doesn’t have an issue
It’s just a little stress relief
King at 21 is a lot to handle
and maybe the stress is so much that it becomes a problem
but hey its his relief
its legal
he's fine
That’s Wilbur’s mantra most of the time
he falls asleep in Tommys bed a lot, waiting for the teen to come home
wilbur does
he finishes a pack, and sighs, rubbing his eyes
The empire is on the brink of war, it always is
He looks in Tommy's room, its empty
And he sits on the bed, waiting
10 minutes later he's asleep
The sheets don’t smell like Wilbur, and Wil thinks that’s what makes it’s so comforting
They don’t stink of nicotine or Wilbur cologne
The smell like Tommy
and while that smell like expensive booze, and coconut shampoo
its perfect
and the dogs are in Tommy's room too
he's a little less alone
Betty is the cuddler
She’ll come up and sleep next to Wil
but she wont do it to just anyone
its a bond, its trust
its the fact that Tommy likes Wilbur
she growls at Phil
she nudges at Kristin, LOVES kristin
anyways
its lonely and sad
because Tommy usually doesnt come back
Tommy snakes back in early in the morning and tucks Wilbur in
Though most times Wilbur falls asleep in Tommys bed
Uncovered
Completely dressed
He’s lucky bettys fur is sleek otherwise his very expensive clothes would be covered
I think Wilbur more often then not will wake up with Tommy in his arms, and that makes him very happy
like, Tommy comes it at 5am, and just snuggles next to Wilbur
It’s makes Tommy sad to know his brother is waiting up for him to never come
But at the same time he’s always so happy to see him when he gets home
I imagine sometimes butlers come to get Wilbur for work, and Tommy makes them leave so that Wilbur can sleep in "Hello your highness, we came to fetch King Wilbur for his morning briefing" "He's sleeping." "Well, I can see that Your Highness -" "So let him sleep." "Prince Thomas -" "Let. Him. Sleep. Okay?" "Yes, Your Highness."
I've decided that Tommy is the big spoon
in these vulranable moments, when Wilbur is weak, Tommy kind of holds him
like obviously there are a lot of tims, where Wilbur wants to hold his baby brother
however, Tommy kind of holds Wilbur, like wraps himself around Wilbur, and puts Wilbur's head in the crook of his neck
this happens when Tommy comes home to find Wilbur in his bed
either this, or Tommy curls into a ball and rests his head against wilburs chest
Tommy has daddy issues
Wilbur has the weiht of the world
Techno has ptsd
Phil: fuck you my kids are completely fine!
Wilbur’s nicotine addiction
Tommys abandonment issues
Technos fucking PTSD
Once, when the empires war was getting really, really bad, and Wilbur had to decide life or death shit
He smoked a whole pack in a day
And then just kept going
His hands wouldn’t stop shaking
why wouldn't they stop fucking shaking
Tommy stopped partying that week, he isn’t ignorant, nor a fucking dick
He was Wilbur’s right hand for as long as he needed him
Despite how badly he wanted to party until he could see straight
His brother needed him
His king needed him
And he will gladly serve Wilbur as long as he would have him
He stood right behind Wilbur
Every decision
He was right behind him
Even if it meant constant decorum and constant royal dress, Tommy was there
And that was a grounding fact
If Tommy hadn’t been there Wilbur thinks he may have lost it that week
Sometimes the only thing that kept Wilbur’s hands from shaking terribly was holding Tommy’s hands
When the advisors and court had left
Tommy would take Wilbur hands and make him do breathing exercises
Wilbur wasn’t allowed to look anywhere other than Tommy’s eyes
They would get through this
Together
They would, Tommy would make sure of it
Tommy in the room also made everyone a bit nervous and loosen up around Wilbur though
Because sometimes they act like they can boss Will around
And Tommy is stone faced, and has the media wrapped around his finger
The court knows that all it would take is one “scandalous statement” from Prince Thomas to end their careers
Wilbur could fire them, but he’s stressed
Any other day, he’s a fucking FORCE to recon with
But Tommy? He’s here to ensure the best or their careers would end
And you know that Tommy has at least 3 sources in the biggest news outlets in the empire
He could get ANYTHING out there
Wilbur’s throne is the biggest in the middle
Two thrones smaller aside him
Within the like office / study / planning room
Tommy's hasn't been used until just then
Tommy finds it quite uncomfy
But he can deal
Also Tommy drops the nicknames for the week or so
No “Big Man”
It was “Will” and “William”
Your Majesty at one or two points
But that felt a little too formal for both of them
Too alienating
Tommy learned a whole fucking lot of fucking politics that week
Not that he didnt listen in his lessons it’s just that
Well
He can’t not listen if he’s not there
It’s different IRL too
Seeing all the decisions
It’s terrifying
And he’s exhausted
Dressing nicely and talking for 12 hours a day about politics
And life / death decisions
So many cuddles dude
Just permanently cuddling if they’re not presently working or “coping”
And I think
That although Wilbur is the one who’s going through it
When they cuddle, Wilbur likes to hold Tommy
Just in the sense that Tommy’s here and safe
In the midst of all the death around Wilbur
He needs to know that his person, his kid is alright
Plus having this one thing this one routine helps him feel a little on control during this out of hand time
:sparkles: Prince Tommy PR leak :sparkles:
I talked about how Tommy was close to his grandmother
and how he was smoking outside of her funeral
maybe it was during that time in his life
really dark place in his mind
smoked and drank every day
Wilbur smoked a lot during that time yet
they probably drank together a few times
like straight up vodka
Just they’re so young and so tired
and so its like, pictures of Wilbur and Tommy (and just Tommy) drinking in the parlor, and in the like, bar area of their private living area, dark eye bags, red eyes, just straight from the bottle
Both of their ties were undone, no jackets, sleeves rolled up to their elbows, Wilbur's top 3 buttons are undone, they're both like manspreading
like they're just at their lowest, particularly Tommy, but Wilbur was having an adjacent bad time
Tommy's hair is a fuckin' mess
HOWEVER, they're both still clean shaven, neither of their shorts or trousers are wrinkled or stained
They may be going through it, but the royal image waits for no one
How does the castle react? Immediate lock down.
Interrogations or some shit
none of the princes are allowed to leave
they have to do clean up
they write scripts essentially for Tommy and Wilbur to adress the press
they need to send out a memo that they don't agree with underage drinking
its all structured, scripted, and written by advisors (and their father)
major damage control
which is just not what Tommy needs right now, because he's like trying to work through his grief
and Wilbur has a fucking fight with his father about that
Phil does not care
They fucked up
Someone else fucked up
And now they’re going to be big boys and fix it Like Phil's going to Tommy's room to get him to look over what his quick press tour and Wilbur jsut stops him in front of the door "He's fucking grieving - Let him have a moment will you? Don't you know how close he was with Gran?" "You messed up. He messed up. Now you're gonna be big boys and fix it." “You’re horrible sometimes you know that?” “I am your father” “Then act like it, your majesty”
meanwhile Tommy: in bed, hasn't slept, major depressive spiral, cuddling Betty, Walter standing guard at his door, holding onto a blanket that his grandmother gave him
just - can't even cry anymore
just empty
Literally just despondent
Staring at the ceiling as Betty noses his face
like good luck getting to get up, let alone read shit
He hasn’t showered in days
He is very much not presentable
like it's only been a week or two since his grandmother's death
and he still is processing
He is no where near done grieving
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Eight Count ‣ lmh
‣ genre: fluff, enemies-to-lovers, hogwarts!au, I think it's a slow burn
‣ wc: 10.8k
‣ summary: "There's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." ; in which fate decides to be an ass and make you and Minho dance partners
‣ an: I'm sosososo sorry @ whoever requested this bc of how long it took. I didn't mean for it to be so long but it kept going and uni is to blame bc all of the work :(( but anyways enjoy !!
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You feel the beat of your heart quicken as you maneuver through the maze of corridors that you had begun to approach. Time was ticking. The first classes of the day had already started about half an hour ago, and here you were, racing down the stone hallways, tardy and a bit dazed.
It had only been a mere five minutes since you had woken up in the dormitories in pure panic, the realization that everyone had left and you were still cuddled up against one of the pillows in your bed driving you to act quick. You could accuse your housemates of not even bothering to check if you were alive, but you soon decided to place the blame on your body's restlessness and inability to go to sleep when you wished. You wouldn't call it insomnia, but your sleeping patterns weren't normal either.
Approaching the dance room with a quiet sigh of relief, you tug at the wooden door and peek in, hoping that you weren't barging in at such a humiliating time.
Scattered around the rather room, students were paired in twos. Each couple's bodies had been facing each other, hands sitting awkwardly in the other's while their faces were turned towards the dance instructors, Professor Shin and Professor Na. By the look on Professor Shin's face, it was evident that she was about to continue speaking, but the door swinging open had caught her attention.
"Ahh Y/N, nice of you to finally join us," she clasped her hands in genuine excitement, passion towards dance obviously bubbling up inside of her.
You grinned crudely and bowed your head, "W-what should I do, Professor?" Spotting your best friend Felix within the group of students, he tried his best to send you a look of 'we were supposed to be partners'. You shot him an apologetic expression back before turning your attention back to both professors.
After a brief pause in thought, Professor Na's face lit up, "Ah yes! Lee Minho lacks a partner as of now!" Following the eyes of your teacher, they brought your line of sight to the far corner of the room where Minho had been sitting. At the mention of his name, he raised his head to see that everyone had been gaping back at him in what seemed like total silence.
A sharp intake of air through your nose had replicated a gasp, eyes growing wide, "P-pardon?" Out of all the boys in the class, an amount you couldn't keep track of with your fingers, you had to end up with Lee Minho? The human embodiment of a wet sock?
Minho was… unbearable, to say the least. It wasn't that he had done something for you to hate him, which made you seem like a bad person, but in all honesty, your guys' personalities didn't seem to match. He was too arrogant, in your opinion. He has this energy that he carries that really didn't sit well with you, and by the looks of it, the feeling was mutual. It was as if you both ended up on the opposite bc end of everything.
It really doesn't help that you're a Hufflepuff, and he's a Slytherin. For some unknown reason, they always loved teasing the people from your house, though Hufflepuffs chose not to return their actions.
"Mr. Lee is the only student remaining with no partner."
You gulped and slowly approached him, only because your professors had motioned you over to him. If you could protest, you would, but what was holding you back was the attention given by the entire class and the teacher's who seemed too excited for their own good.
Minho pressed his tongue against his inner cheek, eyes lighting up in wrongly-fueled happiness. He hopped from the upper bench and down across from you. You blinked back at him dryly, maintaining calm yet trying to speak to him with your eyes.
Crossing his arms, he leaned forward and smirked, "Why the bitter face? You should relish in your luck for ending up with me."
"Stop talking, dead cells are coming out of your mouth… Luck my as–"
"Now! That everyone has a partner, I'd like you all to stick with these individuals until these classes are finished," Professor Shin had announced. It was quickly followed by groans and whining from many of your classmates. Though you hated your partner and wished you had arrived earlier and paired with Felix, you stood quiet, isolating the anger within your chest.
"And before we begin once again," Professor Na added, "I'd like to point out that this is still a class. We will be holding a class particularly focused on evaluation and your grade will be heavily based on participation over the length of this course." Once again, a chorus of grumbles had flooded the room.
You hear Minho curse under his breath, only because he was now two steps too far into your bubble, "This is utter bullshit."
This time it was your turn to taunt, "Why? Are you scared or something? Can't dance? Can't keep up with everyone?"
Narrowing his eyes, he scoffs, "Oh, shut your mouth, bumblebee. Just wait and see."
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"Get up!" Felix tugged at your arm, voice sounding louder than it actually was. When you hadn't shifted at all in your bed, he sighed and tugged once more, "Y/N!"
"Wha– Felix you're not allowed in here!" You kicked at your blanket and sat up.
"We need to get to dance class," he clicked his tongue, "Let's go~"
"I really don't want to go," you whined, "I'd rather fail a class than hold hands with Lee Minho for an hour and a half." Felix dragged you out of your bed to see that you were already dressed in your robe, only your yellow and black tie had been carelessly tied.
"Wait, did you not change out your clothes from yesterday?" Felix jumped back in exaggeration, alarmed and slightly grossed out. His nose scrunched while he judged you through his eyes.
You glared at him and scoff, "Of course I did, you idiot. And don't act like you haven't done that." You take this as your victory as it was true, Felix had gone two days without changing, and it was a bit nasty considering all the places he's gone to in a day.
This time it was his turn to glare at you, "You shut your mouth! Now let's leave before Snape sees us roaming the halls once class starts."
Minho winced slightly, trying not to let your feet ruin the simple waltz routine that the class had finally run through, "If you step on my foot one more time, I'm shoving yours up your arse." His teeth were gritted in frustration, looking down at you with narrowed eyes.
"Then stop stepping on my feet," you muttered back, hoping that no one else, especially the professors, were hearing you two bicker.
It had only been about two lessons into the class and that amount of times that Minho had purposefully disrupted the routine… as if it were good, to begin with.
The two of you found it difficult to fall in sync with each other. It was always either going too fast or too slow, someone making an 'accidental' mistake, and Minho's favourite, holding your hand and hip with a tight and stubborn grip. It wasn't evident whether he was doing it on purpose, either, but you had pointed it out plenty of times, and he never seemed to loosen them.
"I'm not stepping on them," he pushed you back a little too early in the dance, causing you to stumble on your own feet. This caught the attention of those around you, though they carried on almost immediately after.
"Tell that to my bruised toe," you argued back.
As if you were being blessed, the music had finally come to an end. You promptly retracting your arms and to your body and taking a step back from Minho. He had done the same, going an extra mile to turn away from you and to the professors.
"Perfect! Perfect!" Professor Na's face lit up from excitement, "Now that we have learned this simple routine, next class we are moving on to one of the actual dances done in the Yule Ball as tradition. I hope you all are excited as I am!" Very few students had taken time to let out a "whoop" while everyone else, including you, chose to retrieve their books at the seats.
Felix approached you with a pitiful smile. He already knew what you were going to say, patting your back gently, "So how was it?"
Exhausted, you just shook your head and shrugged. Being partners with Minho honestly had been completely draining for you, mentally and physically, which was unusual as you could often live through such situations without feeling the need to scream.
"What else do you think?"
Felix nodded apologetically and puffed out his cheeks, "Is it as bad as the potions exam we had in fourth year?" He shuddered subtly and led you out of the classroom. Just thinking about that exam made Felix want to claw at his brain. If there was a way to take a particular memory and make it disappear from the chamber of long term memories, he would. Maybe then he'd be able to get a few more hours of sleep.
"Yes," you replied simply. The test was equally as horrible for you, but a test didn't force you to 'create chemistry' with a certain Slytherin.
"You're lying… can't be that bad," Felix laughed lightly.
"Easy for you to say," you sighed.
From behind, you feel someone bump your shoulder and pass by you, "Oops," he snickered, walking backwards to watch your reaction. The only thing he was missing was popcorn.
You turned to see Minho and rolled your eyes, "Ha-Ha, you're so funny, Lee Minho." Such a childish joke and you guys were almost leaving Hogwarts.
Though your reply had been dripping in sarcasm, Minho's wit had dodged it entirely, "Well thank you very much," he bowed, more like a manly curtsy, before he ran off, leaving Felix slightly puzzled at what just happened.
"Don't you see how much of a dingbat he is? He constantly chooses to pick on me just to get a reaction out of me," you utter, "He should be glad I was raised to be patient, if not I'd be hexing him like the world was near its end."
"I see a pattern," Felix hummed. The expression on his face looked as if he had come to an incredible epiphany.
Making a face, you click your tongue, "What do you even mean by that?" What pattern? Green, white, green, white? Minho and his constant need to be the crow to your crops?
Felix patted your head, "You're slow sometimes, you know that right?" He puffed his cheeks up and raised his brows as he looked down at you as if you were a kid.
"Can you just spit it out?" you narrowed your eyes at him before you physically pried his hand off your head.
"Minho does all of that just to get a reaction out of you," Felix presses his lips into a thin line, slowly forming a smile.
Finally arriving at the next classroom, you groaned, "You basically repeated what I said earlier…"
"If you didn't know this already, boys love getting attention from someone they are attracted to," Felix plopped into his seat. You followed right after, "I should know… I'm a boy."
You almost laugh at the tone of his voice. The confidence and the look he gave you to emphasize his statement; was all too funny, "So what you're saying is… Lee Minho has a – and god forbid– crush on me?" Felix nods like a young child, with eyes wide and a tight-lipped smile.
"Bollocks," You burst out laughing, "Felix, I love you, don't get me wrong, but you've never said anything more rubbish in the years I've known you."
"The chances are never zero," Felix put his index finger as if he were saying it in 'a matter of fact'.
You lean forward and sit your chin at your folded forearms. You eyed the teacher as she made her way into the room, "You're right there, Lix, but there's honestly no way Minho would like me. And me of all people would know that." You locked that statement in, feeling your words and emotions contradict.
Right?
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"And then Y/N had the audacity to step on my foot," Minho kicked at the bench across from him, frustration released after what seemed to Seungmin was years of ranting. He didn't mind though, in years of being in the same house as him, he learned how to block him out yet still know what was going on when Minho asked for some sort of reply.
Minho tapped the end of his pencil against his textbook, eyes drifting off elsewhere in the grand hall. Students were clumped at their respective tables, studying for whatever class they had. Minho was trying to do the same, but his state of mind was not in the mood. But he was trying, he was pushing himself, that's what mattered in his opinion.
Turning his attention to Seungmin, who was seated next to him, he jumped, seeing that Seungmin's eyes were wide and directed at him, "What the hell!?"
"What?" Seungmin shifted back forward, facing his own books. In a sense, the scene was hysterical. He acted as if he hadn't done anything wrong or out of the ordinary, but Minho still tried to push an explanation out of him through looks.
"What do you mean what? Why were you looking at me like that?" Minho put his pencil down and closed his book on it.
"I was trying to see something," the boy shrugged and got back to his own work.
Again, Minho furrowed his brows at Seungmin's lack of detail in his response. What in the world was he even trying to do? "Trying to see what? If you don't answer me properly–"
"Okay! Okay!" Seungmin exclaimed a little too loudly, earning looks from other wizards in the room, "You know that saying that if you're in love, you start to glow?"
"No? What type of nonsense are you saying?" Minho scoffed, "Love? Are you sick or something?" Roughly, Minho brought the back of his hand to Seungmin's forehead, which Seungmin had thrown off almost right away.
"You've been talking about Y/N this entire period, you haven't stopped until moments ago," wiggling his eyebrows, Seungmin whispered his reply to Minho, making sure no one would be able to hear him this time.
Minho's face had contorted into one of disgust and confusion, "And?" Where was Seungmin even going with this? He was just relieving stress. It's not that deep.
"My point is that they're the only thing you've been talking about lately," Seungmin scribbles his pen at the top of his paper to get it to work, "Even if I start the conversation, it somehow just shifts to Y/N. Normally I'd be mad, but since you're in love, I'll let it pass."
"In love?" Minho's jaw dropped, a mixture of emotions swimming around inside of him, "In love!?" Trying to find words to perfectly reflect what he was saying, he fails, shoving Seungmin off the bench. Actions spoke louder than words, right?
Seungmin smirked and chuckled, unfazed, "What? Cat got your tongue?" He gets up, dusting his robe off before sitting back down, "It's because I'm right, aren't I?"
Minho gulps, "Will you quit it? You're…"
"I'm…?"
"You're confusing me. Quit it," Minho huffs, gathering all his things as he was planning to return to the dormitories. This was a different way of playing with emotions. There was a zero per cent chance that he liked you, or worse, loved you. That word was way too strong, dangerous like amortentia.
"I take that as a yes!" Seungmin stood his ground, just letting out a genuine laugh.
Minho held a finger up at Seungmin, who still laughed, unbothered. He didn't like you. And if he did, it wasn't wrong to do so. It was an ordinary mortal thing to have feelings. But that didn't matter right now because he didn't like you, not even a tiny crush.
But that slight state of unfamiliar panic in his heart says otherwise.
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The muscles in your arm were aching from the horrible fact that Minho had been purposefully letting his arm go limp while he was holding your hand, which somehow led to you holding up his arm with your arm. You frowned at him, tempted to let your arm fall in the middle of the routine.
"Can you actually put in some effort?" you whispered through gritted teeth. Squeezing Minnho's hand, you directed a look of annoyance that only returned with an amused look. Underneath his robe, you could tell he had been intentionally dragging his feet, causing the both of you to slowly hold those partnerships behind you up.
"I'm not wasting energy on this," he shrugs quietly, "It's ridiculous."
"What don't you find ridiculous?" you rolled your eyes, "You Slytherins and the lack of interest in anything but yourselves. Where's the excitement in that?" No, you didn't want to generalize the entire Slytherin population, especially since you had family members from that house, but you knew exactly how to rev up Minho's engine. Just by the way his face twisted, you knew damn well you hit the right spot.
"Shut your mouth before I spin you a little too hard…" he said a little bit louder, "I don't find it ridiculous, I just find that us being partners is ridiculous… who in this entire school would want to be partners with you?" Before you could even reply, he had caught you, "That's not from your house."
"Jokes on you, I know plenty of people who would be partners with me," you scoffed, and it was true. There was Jisung who had somehow been sorted into Gryffindor, Hyunjin and their seniors, Bang Chan and Changbin. And there was Jeongin, who was a Ravenclaw. You could list a handful more, but that's beside the point.
"Silence is deadly," he stifled a laugh which had driven you to 'accidentally' stumble over your own feet. This caused him to stumble himself, only he wasn't prepared for it, "I'm blaming you for ending up being my partner. I was hoping someone else would've entered the room. But no, it had to be you."
"You're blaming me? For this?" You shake your head out of disbelief, not noticing that your voice had gone louder. You were catching the attention of those around you and the professors at the front of the room, "You could have found a partner you wanted in the first place but you probably decided to stay back and wait for someone to go up to you. No one wanted to be partners with you, which is why you ended up alone in the first place."
Minho's eyebrows furrowed, eyes almost on fire at what you had just said, "You know what?!"
Before he had been able to continue the banter, Professor Shin had cleared her throat. The glares that they both were sending your way had caused the both of you to stop with the squabbling, "Y/N, Minho, I know we've never talked to the two of you about your constant bickering, but it is simply interrupting the atmosphere of my classroom."
Taken aback, the both of you had stumbled over each other's feet, falling to the ground and causing a domino effect among the rest of the students.
Flustered, you turn to Minho, "That was all your fault, Lee Minho." You huffed and attempted to get up, failing once you noticed that Minho was practically lying on your leg.
"Oh be quiet," he rolled his eyes and dusted himself off, "That was all you! You and your two left feet." The rest of the room was silent, regardless of the incident. All ears and eyes were on the 'love birds,' not entirely sure whether or not they should blame you both on what had just happened.
Sliding out from underneath him, you scoffed, "Don't speak so highly of yourself, Minho."
Minho cackled, "Highly? Of myself?!"
"Stop this instant!" Professor Na had finally mustered up the courage to intervene, anger bubbling in his stomach, "Enough!" The two professors began helping the students up, scolding both of you as they did.
"Five points deducted from your respective houses," Professor Shin said sharply, "And you both are now in charge of polishing the floor every Friday for the following three weeks."
"But professor–"
Minho was cut off, "That, or ten points off for your houses…" And without another word, you both chose to polish the floors after all classes were done for the day.
Day one of polishing the floors was practically the most difficult. Not only did the professors restrict using magic to finish the chore, but the overall idea of doing something alongside Minho aggravated you, which was why you hated dancing with him so much. The comments he'd make, the taunting looks he'd give you, the jokes that were obviously uncalled for, they all were honestly bringing you to the point of near insanity.
At first, both of you had decided to start off on the same side, almost the same corner. But the moment you noticed Minho constantly glancing your way in the corner of your eye, you decided against it, "How about I start at that end."
"Whatever floats your boat," he mumbles, "I don't care."
The tone in his voice hadn't matched yours, which you assumed was polite enough not to spark some type of that energy in him, but it did.
"Whatever," you make your way to the other end, sliding your robe off on the way. You let it hang off one of the benches, making sure it wasn't touching the floor. You rolled up your sleeves and started polishing the further end of the room, a bit relieved that Minho wasn't hovering anywhere within your line of sight. It was better that way.
The second day, you were hoping that you could get through a period of cleaning without hearing Minho's ungodly voice. He had been moving back and forth from one corner to the other, feet squeaking seemingly endlessly against the floor. You wished that the volume of the music could be turned up louder.
"I'm doing more than you are," Minho pointed out. You turned to find that he was standing in the middle of the room, hair messy and beads of sweat lining his hairline. His collar was out of place, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows just as yours were. Did he, for some reason, look attractive, or was it the lack of light in the room? Probably the latter.
"What do you mean you're doing more than I am?" you feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "I'm doing the same amount of work as you." And you were, but you were working just a bit slower than he was. He had probably sped through his area with the idea that the sooner you both finished, the sooner you were able to leave.
"Just hurry up," he groaned. Minho dragged his feet over to a lone stool, pushing it against the wall before plopping into it. The music continued to play, drowning out the shuffle noises of his feet.
"No," you replied, keeping your speed consistent. It wasn't like you wanted to stay longer. It was the fact that Minho couldn't leave until you were finished that was making you act this way. Maybe if he did his job well, he wouldn't be sitting around doing nothing.
Tile by tile, you continued to carry out the chore given to you, not paying mind to the pair of eyes that were burning holes into your back. You ensured that the areas you had worked on were basically spotless, reflection or not, you assumed that shiny meant clean.
Minho had been humming along to the somewhat catchy tune, foot tapping to pass the precious time he believed you were wasting. Nonetheless, he leaned back and sighed, hoping you could finish in time, so he had time to nap before dinner.
"Why do they even need classes for dancing?" He sighed out. At first, you weren't quite sure if he was speaking to you or if he was just thinking out loud, "I feel like we'd be fine either way…" You turn to look at him, seeing that he was already staring at you down.
"I mean it's going to look nice at the Yule Ball,"
You replied.
"Yeah but not everyone's going… it's a waste of time," Minho had a point, yet you still found it somewhat amusing that the school would want to organize such things.
"I don't see why you don't just skip class if you find it a waste of time," you moved onto another spot and sighed, "No one's stopping you."
"Yeah but who'd be your partner then?"
Not knowing how to react to his question, you keep quiet. Minho decided not to follow up on the problem, thinking that he had said something out of the ordinary.
The sun had reached the horizon when you finished your portion of the room. You stood up to stretch, hearing the joints of your knees and back pop out of exhaustion. It was satisfying to see the difference between the used, scruffy floor and the clean, polished floor.
"Okay Lee Minho I'm finished," without taking a glance at the boy, you made your way over to the record player. You lifted the needle off and picked the record up, slipping it into its sleeve. It didn't occur to you that Minho hadn't shifted in the past thirty minutes, silence filling the room because you turned the music off.
"Minho?" Finally turning to him, you found him sleeping with his head sat back against the wall. His mouth was wide open, practically becoming a makeshift trap for bugs that happened to be flying around. The rest of his body was limp, legs spread out beneath him. It was surprising that he hadn't fallen off yet.
You walked up to his sleeping figure and laughed lightly, wishing you had a camera to capture this moment. It would've been great blackmail. Maybe then he'd start being nice to you. Naturally, your eyes followed the slope of his nose, then to the two front teeth that stuck out from underneath his top lip.
He had bunny-like features, and you didn't mean that in a wrong way. His face was still sculpted nonetheless. Anyone with eyes would have to admit that he was attractive.
"Done staring at me yet?"
You screamed and jumped back, pressing your hand up to your chest as if to calm you down. Looking back at Minho, you find that his eyes were still closed, yet a smirk had replaced his gaping mouth. The number of curse words that threatened to leave your mouth was countless, the embarrassment creeping up to your cheeks. He finally lifted his head to look at you, eyes still a bit droopy from his nap.
"I-I wasn't staring at you," you denied, shaking your head a bit too aggressively, "Well I was… but because I was laughing at how foolish you just looked."
An offended look surfaced Minho's face, scowling at you as he stood, "I have this feeling that you're lying, bumblebee… Anyways, this is where I leave. Finally, after years." He shook his rolled-up sleeves so that the cuffs slid back to his wrists. You let him leave without another word from the two of you, still in a bit of shock at what just happened. You knew he was never going to let you forget that.
You slumped next to Felix as dinner was being served, an expression almost as heavy as your posture. He looked down at you, debating whether or not he should interrupt the mini montage you were probably playing through your head.
"I want to ask you how the cleaning today was but I think I already know just by looking at you," he stated, sliding a piece of roasted chicken your way, "Unless you do want to speak about it. Just eat and the day's over."
You gave him a grateful smile and gestured for him to eat too, eyes lighting up slightly, "I'm actually not tired from cleaning that stupid dance room, but it's just… this thing that happened. It was beyond embarrassing."
Felix snorts and stuffs his cheeks with food. His words came out muffled as he still chose to reply with a full mouth, "What happened this time?"
You glanced towards the Slytherin table, eyes scanning it quickly to get one quick look at Minho before you whispered, "Minho fell asleep waiting for me to finish cleaning. He looked idiotic as he did so I sorta just—how do I say this— stared at him? But it wasn't like I was admiring him, it was more like I didn't want that stupid look on his face to go away. It was amusing."
"And?"
"In the middle of that he went, 'are you done staring yet?' It was like he had a sixth sense or something," you muttered, "Now I feel like he's making fun of me."
"Doesn't he always make fun of you," Felix had yet again stuffed his mouth, so his words were still muffled, "Why does it matter this time?"
"It's different. It's not some useless situation… it was genuinely embarrassing," you poke the food before taking a bite of your own, "He's going to it against me, I already know."
"Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he'll forget it sooner than you will."
"Hey remember when I caught you staring at me?" Minho's voice echoed faintly throughout the room. He stood up to stretch before he crouched back down.
"I never stared at you," you sneered, "And why are you talking about that as if it happened years ago. That was literally last week."
"That's long enough in my book," he retorted, "Good times." A small reminiscing type smile appearing on his lips.
"Can you not start? I sorta want today to be stress-free and you're literally ruining it," you roll your eyes and move onto the next tile on your side. Minho had decided to choose a different record to play today, one the professors had never played in class. It had been hidden behind all the other records being used, and it took Minho a good five minutes to rake through all of them just to get to it.
The songs were more upbeat than the waltz music you were forced to listen to, which was actually much more perfect for cleaning to. It made it a bit more bearable than the last two times you had to clean.
Minho didn't reply, though you didn't see how he switched glances between you and the mechanical polisher in hand. The track had shifted into a faster song, something that was easy to dance to. From where he stood, he could see your knitted eyebrows, eyes dropping from the slight fatigue blanketing over you after a long school day.
Upon awareness that his shoulders were slumped, he straightened himself and sighed. This week had indeed been a long week, and it was evident in some way in both of you. This was the last of the week's labour before he could go and relax while mindlessly saving his homework for Sunday.
The music had been tempting to let go earlier than he should for the week, the steady beat and the catchy melody filling the room.
Putting the polisher and the rag down, he took a few steps towards you, still contemplating whether he should do what he was thinking or not. He was unsure whether it was bizarre for him to pull such a thing. But you did say you wanted a stress-free day, so he thought he should switch up a bit.
He started moving his body to the rhythm of the music, head bobbing as it took over him naturally. It was easier dancing alone than with a partner, that's for sure, but he wanted to invite you.
"Y/N!" He was freestyling, arms flailing and legs bringing him across the room with a swift movement.
You sighed, "What now?" Turning to Minho, you find him in the middle of the dance room, doing what the room was made for. He had a foreign smile on his face, not the usual smirk you'd find him sporting.
"What the–"
"Join me!"
You went through several different emotions in seconds, confusion, amusement, joy, contemplation… how were you supposed to react to a goofy Minho?
"Join me!" He repeated. This time he approached you, hands out in invitation, "C'mon it's fun!"
"Minho, we have to finish this so we can leave, remember?" You tried to keep a stern look on your face, yet you couldn't hold back the smile that had been forcing itself out. Minho suited this look; It was happier and carefree. You didn't know that his eyes would light up when he smiled a somewhat gummy smile.
"I know, but let's take a break," being the impatient boy he was, he took hold of your hands and pulled you up. He led you in a dance that probably wasn't considered a partner dance. He just pushed your arms back and forth like those scenes in the movies.
"Minho!" You finally let out a laugh, feet unable to keep up with his. He was sidestepping left, then sidestepping right, then back and forth, all unplanned. You stumbled, letting out joyful laughter that was rare around Minho. He laughed along with you, eyes disappearing the bigger his smile got.
When your legs had gotten worn out from constant movement, you tripped over one of them, sending you and your dance partner to the ground. Instead of erupting anger that would have usually washed over you, fits of laughter fell in its place, echoing throughout the room.
Before you could ask if he was okay, you hear footsteps enter the room, a confused Professor Shin staring the both of you down, "What are you two doing?! This is not polishing the floors!" The exasperation changed the normal hue of her skin into a shade of crimson.
Quickly apologizing, you get up and return to your so-called 'stations,' not being able to say another word about what had just happened to each other.
You wouldn't admit it out loud, not in front of Minho at least… but that was the most fun you've had in weeks.
Little did you know, Minho felt the same way.
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There was a part of you who had gotten used to Minho's horrible dancing after two weeks of dancing classes. After what happened last week, there was a tiny sliver of toleration that had surfaced from both of you. It was mutual. But obviously, neither of you were going to admit it.
Though Minho was starting to get somewhat bearable, there were still days when he'd begin to act up, smirk pinned tightly on his lips while he mischievously pranced about in the dance room. Today was one of those days.
When Professor had slipped the record onto the play, dropping the needle onto the very edge and starting it, Minho had chosen to let his body go heavy, relying on you to haul him around like a giant, weighted ragdoll. You knew he wasn't tired, just judging by the look in his eyes.
"Give it up," you tugged him roughly in one direction, then again towards another, feet hardly following the steps the class was taught the past few weeks. If Minho let his body grow just a bit limper than it already was, his head would have fallen directly onto your shoulder. If you were being honest, you didn't want any attention from anyone else in the room, "Lee Minho, I'm not in the mood for this today, okay?"
Minho's ears perked at the foreign tone that had slipped from your lips, sensing that you were being serious. You would tell him to quit it most days, but never with that tone; It was no fun if you weren't fighting back. Sighing quietly, he had picked his body up and started to follow the eight-count that Professor Shin was practically yelling out.
This minor change didn't go unnoticed by you, feeling his body grow lighter just moments after you'd ask him to quit it. Did he just…?
Other students in the room were surprised that you two were going more than thirty seconds without arguing like a married couple. Many sets of eyes didn't bother leaving the both of you, watching what would happen next in the twist of events.
Minho's feet carried his body swiftly; for the first time, he was guiding you like he was supposed to, but his eyes were glued to his feet, not wanting it to become weird if he were to make accidental eye contact with you. He didn't like how quiet it was between the both of you. The music didn't even do its purpose by filling the silence.
"Are you going to the Yule Ball?" Minho asked awkwardly. He twirled you as part of the dance. He recognized that look on your face which was basically a wordless reply, "That was probably a dumb question." Shaking his head, Minho mentally slapped himself. Never in his life did he fail with words.
"Of course I'm going," you replied rather expressionless, "Why would I not?" You were almost as confused as earlier. Minho trying to make a civilized conversation. Who the fuck was this? It wasn't Minho.
He shrugs, "I don't know… I guess you have a date…?" Minho, what the fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut as if the stone floor would swallow him wholly to take him away from this situation.
As puzzled as you were, you still decided to keep the conversation as it was, "Nope… I think I'm just going with Felix for fun." You tried to keep your tone calm when really you were freaking out. The only thing was you had no idea why you were freaking out, "Y-you?" Facepalm.
"No one."
None of you chose to speak after, not knowing where the conversation was going. The song was slowly reaching the end, which you had wished came sooner. Minho's hands were growing sweaty, and you wanted nothing more than to wipe your hand off. It was getting hot in the room too. Your collar was growing tight, throat itching for water.
Minho's heart was beating a bit too fast for his liking, but it was probably because he was growing tired from the moving. He wondered if you could feel how sweaty his hands were getting. Embarrassing.
"Final counts!" Professor Na called out before the static of the record player replaced the music. The two of the professors had clapped in adoration, overlooking all the students in the room.
Professor Shin had a broad smile on her face, "Beautiful! Gorgeous! Best one so far!" She twirled in place, "Thank you everyone! The Yule ball is in two weeks so I am very pleased with the effort you all are putting into this class! Remember we still have the final class in which you are graded, which I'm sure you all will ace."
"I couldn't care less," Minho mumbled, only so you could hear.
You turn to him, squinting your eyes and tilting your head to express your slight frustration, "You know I'm your partner right?"
"Oh no~ really?," he stuffed his hands into his pockets, "And?"
"And? I don't want to fail this class, even though I'm forced to dance with you," you stated, "So don't you fucking dare fail us both." That tone in your voice was evident once again, catching Minho off guard. The only reason that it had this effect on him was that he was so used to you choosing to fight back. It was like some sort of reminder that everyone around him was getting old, and soon all those around him were expected to be serious.
Nevertheless, Minho shrugs to annoy you, "Whatever."
Instead of answering, you eyed him once more. Your dancing just a few moments ago says otherwise.
You had practically sighed out the total capacity of your lungs as you hung onto Felix's arms on the way out the door.
"What are you sighing about?" He chuckled.
"You already know," you elbowed him.
Felix rolled his eyes and sang, "I saw you guys dancing earlier~."
You pushed him away gently, shock littering your face and posture, "What the bloody hell are you on about now, Lee?"
"You guys actually look cute together when you aren't babbling and all," he grinned innocently. Your heart had the audacity to skip a beat, startling you just as much as Felix did.
"Cute?" You scoffed, "First you said you think he liked me, now this? Are you his wingman or something? Are you trying to get me to like him?"
Felix skipped in his step, "I don't even talk to Minho, Y/N, don't be ridiculous… wait… did you basically just say you're starting to like him?" He gasped, hand slapping over his mouth, which had fallen in shock.
"No," you say flatly.
"Liar," Felix poked at your rib, "Liar. At least confess that you find him less bad."
"Sure, whatever makes you happy, Felix."
When you had fallen out of Felix's line of sight, you let the corner of your mouths turn up slightly. He said we looked cute, you think, only followed by you flicking yourself in the temple.
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"I thought you were staying here until it closed?" you frown at Felix, who started gathering his stuff. You both had planned on cramming everything in for a test the next day, but plans didn't go as planned when Felix was eager to go back to the dormitories to sleep until the morning.
"My eyes are going to fall out of their sockets if I don't go and sleep, Y/N," he pats your head as if he were talking to a young child, "You can stay if you want. I know how much you hate studying in the common room." He double-checks his area to ensure he hadn't forgotten any of his belongings before patting your head once more. He grins and turns towards the door of the library, leaving you sitting alone at the table.
"Felix ~" You called out quietly, only for him to wave with his back facing you. You sighed and slumped back in your chair, resting your arms on the handles. Libraries were so much better when you had company.
The words in the textbook were starting to turn into blobs of ink, and for a second, you were thinking about following in Felix's footsteps. After moments of consideration, you shook your head and sat up. You'll stay, even if it was against the will of your fatigue self that had been prompting you to leave. This was all your fault anyway. Procrastination was a cruel thing.
Hunching forward, you let your eyes trace over the words, trying to process the information. You rewrote the info you wished to remember carelessly. Your notes resembled chicken scratch, but at this point, you didn't care because it was simply supplementary to your studying. The sun was close to its horizon, and the library was close to empty. It was somewhat more motivating.
Slowly the information had started to get more interesting. It was easier to run through the key terms and ideas listed in the textbook, and you could feel the exhaustion simply leaving your body. I'll finish this one last chapter and then save the rest for lunch tomorrow.
Your focus on the book had hindered your peripheral vision that the presence of another wizard floating over your shoulder went unnoticed. It was only until they had sat down next to you when you finally noticed.
You jumped in your seat, eyes growing wide. You had luckily suppressed your scream with your hand, which you had, out of defense, swung forward, slapping the person in the chest.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"You don't sneak up on people like that, Minho," you rolled your eyes at the Slytherin, shifting away from him before turning your attention back towards the textbook. He scooches closer with intentions of irritating you, pushing his face towards your book, "What are you doing?"
You push him away and stick one of the thicker books between you both, "What does it look like?"
"Studying?"
"You're smarter than I thought, Lee Minho," sarcasm dripped from your voice as you glared at him. Attempting to continue with the final chapter, you miserably fail when Minho interrupts your concentration by tapping his fingers loudly against the wooden table.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" you say numbly, voice muffled by your robe, "I was literally just sitting here and you decide to do this."
Minho shrugs and uses his arms as a makeshift pillow, "I was bored, saw you, here I am, I'm here to stay."
Your eyebrows furrowed at the fact that Minho decided to 'spend time with you upon seeing you. You had no idea whether to feel flattered or irritated, but you knew you were confused. He could've just gone back to the Slytherin dungeons to sit with his housemates, but he saw you and decided to sit with you.
Staring blankly at the bookshelves across from you, you huffed out the corner of your mouth, blowing a stray strand of hair by your cheek. You did say you wanted company. You just weren't sure if it was Minho's company that you wanted. Glancing down briefly at him, and looked back up to the bookshelves.
"Fine," you say after pondering about the idea.
Minho's ears perked up, raising his brows, "Fine?"
"Just don't be loud."
Minho's head tilts in confusion, though he still complies, sitting next to you patiently. You continued to read through the final chapter, which you had underestimated in length. The chapter was a good half a centimetre in thickness. Though it didn't seem as much at first glance, the pages were practically dipped in ink, words covering it from one corner to the other.
You could feel your eyes grow heavy as you delve deeper into the chapter. Your bed was calling for you, but there was no way you were going to give. Not until this chapter was finished.
The library had been silent except for the occasional click of the pen from the librarian's desk. You had been mentally counting down the number of pages left to skim over, eager to feel that feeling of satisfaction you usually get once you finish a task. It was the same feeling as crossing or checking off a chore on a to-do list.
Minho had settled his eyes on the centre of your book, keeping them steady even as you flipped the pages. He felt the lids of eyes gradually get heavier as each page went by, and by the time you shut the book in delight, he had fallen asleep.
"Again?" You furrowed your eyebrows, remembering the last time he had fallen asleep in your presence. You darted your eyes away from his dormant figure, not making that same mistake twice, "Minho, wake up."
He stirs right away, head rising from his arms. This time he says nothing, pushing himself off of the library's chair before stumbling over his own feet as he makes his way to your side. He looked like a toddler, and it was admittedly adorable.
"Why didn't you just go straight to the dorms if you were tired," you snorted at his dumbassery. Some students still littered the halls even if curfew was nearing. Instead of parting from your side at the library's entrance, Minho stuck by your side.
"I wanted to spend time with you outside of class," he grumbles. He blinks at the long corridor in front of you two, eyes barely staying open from exhaustion.
Feeling your heart skip a beat, you tried to pick out if he was joking or not, but his tone screamed, 'I'm tired.' Any other emotion was hard to comb out, so you sighed and shook your head, pressing your lips into a smile, "Sleep that cheesiness off, Lee Minho."
Minho continued to walk next to you, silent and confused about what you just had said. It wasn't like he was drunk. He was well aware of what he just said. Nonetheless, he subtly walked you to the kitchen corridor, parting ways with you with an uttered 'goodbye.'
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Sitting against the stone wall, you watched the rest of the class carry out the dance routine, formation changes and all. You ran through it with them, only mentally as your partner was nowhere to be found, and the class was halfway done.
There were barely any classes left before the final graded run through, and Minho really thought it'd be funny to skip? You would have let it pass if you guys weren't the worst duo in the room, but you guys are the worst duo in the room, which made the situation different.
"Professor Na," You asked quietly, "Has Lee Minho been excused from today's class. Is he ill?" You didn't want to jump to conclusions, keeping in mind that people did have their own reasons. Maybe he had caught a cold or was doing a missed exam that was far more important than dancing.
"No word from Minho, Y/N," the professor hummed back.
You frowned and thanked him, turning back to the main dance floor, students moving in sync. Where was he?
Just as you had finished your train of thought, the door had swung open just like it probably did on the first day of class. Minho stumbled in, hair a mess and a rather sheepish smile stamped on his lips.
"I apologize Professors," he bowed deeply, following the perimeter of the room. He bowed again as he reached the two instructors at the front of the room.
Professor Shin stopped her counting, "No need to apologize to us, apologize to your partner." She gestured towards you, already looking back. Minho nodded and approached you, though when he did reach you, he didn't apologize.
"And?"
"And what?" Minho ridiculed.
"Aren't you going to apologize like what the Professor asked?" You tried not to laugh at how Minho had been acting.
Minho let out a cackle, “No? Why should I? Can you stand up so we can start dancing or something?" His hand was itching to reach out for yours, feeling like he should pull you towards him, but he hindered himself from doing so, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
Instead of pushing the apology out of him, you decided against it, not wanting to waste any of your time, "Why are you even late?"
The two of you followed the crowd, joining in at the perfect time. Minho smirked, "Worried about me or something? I know I'm in your head twenty-four seven, but I didn't expect you to be so obvious about it."
Tightening your grip around his hand, you gritted your teeth, "I wasn't worried about you, nitwit."
"Then why are you asking?"
"Because you made me sit, doing nothing for nearly forty-five minutes?" You reply as if you were pointing out the obvious, "So why are you late and coming to class looking like a mountain troll?"
"Wow, ouch," he sighed, "I slept in. Am I going to hell for doing so? Because I can recall you did the same the first day and got us into this mess."
"This is about you, not me," you applied pressure onto his hands, causing him to stumble back slightly, ruining the rhythm he had built up. He furrowed his brows at you and did the same, only you were somehow ready for it.
"Oh please," Minho rolls his eyes, "You've done the same so you shouldn't even be mad at me."
"I'm only frustrated, not mad, there's a difference," you point out, "And I'm frustrated because we have that graded dance next week. If we fail, it's going to be your fault."
"It takes two to tango," he quoted, "And you already know where I stand on that. I don't ca-"
"Shut up, the professors are looking," you warned, flashbacks to the three weeks you had to polish the floors.
Minho laughed slightly, letting air blow out of his nose. He let his eyes drift down at you, keeping them there for a little too long.
"What?"
"Nothing," he shrugged, spinning you along with the other students, "You just looked way too terrified." The next move had the two of you closer than the initial space between you.
"I don't want to be spending an extra three hours with you after classes polishing the floor," you retort sharply. Instead of holding eye contact with him, you stared at the Slytherin crest on his uniform.
"I know you liked spending time with me, don't lie," he rolled his eyes teasingly.
"I'm not lying."
"You staring at me says otherwise."
"Oh hush about that already, I literally told you that I wasn't staring at you," Inwardly cringing, you felt relief once the music had stopped. You stepped back and eyed down the boy in front of you, "Why do keep bringing that up?"
Before Minho could give reasoning, Professor Na had spoken up from across the room, reminding everyone that the next class was the graded class. Though they wouldn't be strict with grading, he still wanted to see the students' effort 'flowing'. After a chorus of groans, class ended, allowing you to avoid Minho and find your way to Felix.
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Someone tapping your shoulder had woken you up, head jolting up as if you were frightened.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Chaeryeong gasped sheepishly. She was hovering over you slightly, eyes wide. She was changed into her nightwear.
You sat up, only now realizing you had fallen asleep in the common room, "It's alright. What time is it?" You didn't even remember how you fell asleep, but you sure did have a good sleep.
"It's almost midnight," she replied, "I needed to grab water from the kitchen, then I saw you here and figured it'd be more comfortable for you to go to sleep in your own bed rather than this tiny couch."
You grinned, "Thanks Chae… I'll probably get something from the kitchen as well."
She nods and mumbles out a quick goodnight before disappearing to the girls' dorms. You return her farewell before standing up, eyes drawn to the wrinkles your nap had made on your robe. Attempting to straighten the robe and yourself out, you stumbled towards the Hufflepuff house entrance, exiting promptly.
The fireplace had been lit, a few house elves roaming about and carrying out their own duties. They paid no mind to you, as midnight snacks weren't out of the ordinary for Hufflepuffs.
You asked for what you needed, then was given it with no delay, "Thank you." The house elf nods before turning away with a grunt.
You sit at one of the tables, zoning out as you stared at the blazing fire across from you. School was getting a bit more stressful than it usually has, which was probably the reason why you had fallen asleep without knowing. You remember coming back from a long library visit. Maybe you collapsed on the couch once you did.
You made mental notes on the work still yet to be done before the following week, spontaneously creating a headache. Standing up, you figured it was best for you to go back to sleep. Slipping the dish into the sink, you started making your way back to the dorms.
You rubbed your temples and shook your head as you closed your eyes. It probably hadn't been a good idea to be wandering with your eyes closed as you had immediately bumped into something firm.
"Y/N?"
Looking up, you came face to face with Lee Minho, who was just as shocked as you were. He had been dressed down in a knitted Slytherin sweater and pyjama pants.
"Minho? What in the world?"
He backs up after noticing how close you were to each other, "Could say the same 'bout you."
"My dorms are right there," you point just down the corridor, "While yours is in the dungeon…"
Minho blinks before he tries to move around you, eyes avoiding yours.
"What are you doing here?" you grab his wrist, eager to find out why he was roaming the halls. It wasn't unusual for students to be breaking the rules, especially Minho, who loved living up to the stereotypes of a Slytherin. He smirks at the skinship, which prompts you to let go of him, heat rising up to your cheeks without warning. You're suddenly glad it's dim around the two of you.
"I was… taking a walk," he successfully pushes past you and into the kitchen, a glass of water already there for him. He thanks the house elf, leaving the glass, before turning back to you. By the looks of it, it seems like he's been doing this before, like a routine.
Rolling your eyes, you scoffed, "Taking a walk? You're painfully awful at lying." And the pause in his speaking gave that away. You followed behind him, expecting an honest answer as if you deserved to know.
"Weren't you just leaving?"
"But my question is unanswered," you shrugged.
"I answered you, I was taking a walk," he pushed the answer. Putting the cup down, he turned to you, "I have… sleeping problems."
"You just lied again," you nonchalantly, "Just tell me the truth. No judgment. A Hufflepuff's promise." You weren't usually one to push an answer out of someone, but this situation was different.
"You say no judgment but I already know how you're going to react to the truth," he takes another sip of water.
"So you were lying!" You raised your brows, "I knew it!"
"You don't deserve the truth," he sighs. Finishing the cup of water, he starts to make his way out, not even turning to look back.
"Lee Minho!" You groaned. Maybe it was your fatigue self or the fact this felt like some sort of game, but you weren't holding yourself back, "When I said I wouldn't judge, I won't. My mind's open to whatever you're going to say."
Minho spins around to face you, stumbling backward a few more steps before he halts, "I was practicing the dance steps."
No judgment.
The flat expression on Minho's face indicated that he had no intentions of lying this time. He had his hands hiding behind his back, eyeing you just to see if you would live up to your promise. Instead of his expected reaction, he finds you smiling, something he'd only see when you were around your friends.
"Wipe that smile off of your face, bumblebee," he mutters.
"Didn't you say you didn't care about that class?" you quoted, a smirk slowly replacing your smile, "Why are you practicing the steps?"
Minho licked his lips. He was at a loss of words, nothing but the truth occupying his mind… Why the hell not?
"Because you care."
You blinked back at him, lips parting and meeting several times as you tried to find the right words to say. The silence was deafening. "What?"
"Because you care," Minho repeated. He kept his expression still, eyeing you, trying to figure out how you were taking this in.
How would he further explain it? He didn't know. All he knew was that ever since that specific moment between the both of you the other day, he took it upon himself to better his partner dancing. He didn't want anyone else knowing, not you, and especially not his housemates, which was why he chose to stay up late to do this; it was the real reason why he had shown up late to class.
You weren't sure if it was because it was quiet, but you could easily hear your heartbeat as it quickened. You try to cover up the fact that you wanted to freak out, "I don't know whether I should laugh or–"
"Yeah, whatever, shouldn't have told you in the first place," he mumbles. For some reason, he felt his heart lub-dub in a way that it shouldn't. He frowned and sighed, "Just forget it."
"Wait, Minho," you call quietly. He stopped in his tracks and turned, partially facing the wall and facing you. He stared back at you with a vacant look, waiting for you to say something. If you weren't going to be saying something nice, he didn't want to hear it after exposing himself like that.
"'Because you care?'" you frowned, "You can't just say that and leave." You already made up a possible answer to the countless questions through your mind, but it was still unclear whether or not that was it.
"What else do you want me to say?" Minho stuffs his hands into his pockets.
"I just want you to explain it," you reply quietly.
Minho glanced out the window sitting by you both before sitting down on its pane, "Remember that other day… when I told you I didn't care?" You nod and move closer to where he sat, unsure whether or not you should sit next to him or not, "I don't know… you were really serious back then… I guess I wasn't used to that. So I figured…"
There was a quick moment of silence before he huffs, almost sounding defeated.
"Did you know that I genuinely don't dislike you as much as you think I do?" He says out of the blue, throwing you off. You wanted to tell him to sleep it off again—why did moments like this always happen at night?
"I don't either," you say back, "At first I did… but I matured."
"I only ever argued with you out of amusement. You're the only person outside of Slytherin that could out-talk me and it bothered me for some reason," he laughed as if he recalled a memory.
"Me intimidating a Slytherin? Just wait til the others hear about this," you joke. He glanced towards your direction and saw a clever glint in your eye.
"Don't you dare," he holds back a smile before standing up to face you directly, "Or…"
"Or what?" You challenged, "Imagine how Seungmin would react! Donghyuck and Renjun? What about Yeosang and Wooyoung?" You start listing the other well-known Slytherins off of the top of your head, holding back a laugh as you watch Minho's face crumble into an expression that looks far too close to fear.
Minho recollects himself and shakes some sense into himself, "Or I'll make you go to the Yule Ball with me." He hadn't planned on asking you today, but the timing was perfect. It fit with the situation. If you were to react unfavourably, then he could just joke about it.
His question shut you up. Your eyes widened at him as you processed what he had used as a threat, "What if I want to go to the Yule Ball with you?"
Minho takes a step towards you, a smirk appearing on his lips. His confidence was skyrocketing, and you can tell, "Then I guess it's a date?"
Rolling your eyes, you let a smile grace softly onto your lips, nodding, "It's a date."
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"I told you to wear something with gold," you whined jokingly as you were greeted with Minho, who had completely dodged your request. Instead of the black and gold look you were going for, he decided to wear a black suit that had traces of emerald. As much you wanted to match with your date, you had to admit that he still looked as handsome as ever in the attire. He looked like a prince.
"And look like a Hufflepuff? No thanks," he scoffed teasingly. He pulls out a corsage, one that matches the clothes he wore, tying it gently around your wrist, "You look very beautiful."
"Well, you look very handsome."
Minho laughed as he sticks out his forearm, a brow raised in your direction. Music being played by the live band had been spilling out of the ballroom; the voices of everyone attending gave the ball more life. It was exciting.
"Minho!" Seungmin had called. Felix, who had slipped from your side the moment Minho approached you, was standing by Seungmin, smiling brightly. He had been hyping you up the entire night, telling you that there should be nothing to worry about.
He was right.
"Shall we?" Minho asked. It was cheesy, but it worked.
"We shall."
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An: I’ll add tags later, i just wanted to get this posted because I’m like pretty happy with it, it’s alright. So i hope you guys enjoy! I’ll also attach links and stuff later, I’m posting this from my iPad and i just am too lazy for the tagging process. Me wants to sleep. This is part of the Disney au! Shoutout to @tangledraysofsunshine and @punkassbookjockey26 for the help on this one! This is mostly fluff (i know, how wild) but don’t worry i’m working on some angst for you soon. Fafs update soon too! I’ve already started on it and I’m going to keep working on it as the week goes. Thankfully it’s an easy chapter for me to write bc i have plenty of OG stuff to pull from. Okay, anyway! Enjoy!!
With every second that ticked by, it was getting harder and harder not to rummage through his belongings like she lived there. Even worse was that Rowan was sneaking glances at her with a smirk on his lips like he knew she wanted to. It made her scowl, a frown line appearing between her eyebrows as she glared into his back.
“I’m making you dinner, and you’re still finding a reason to be unhappy with me?” He asked her, putting down the spatula and turning to lean against his counter. The man looked criminally good in an ivory cable-knit sweater and dark jeans, an outfit combination that Aelin had never seen him in before. Thinking back on it, she was positive that when he wasn’t in a costume at work, she had only ever seen him in jeans and a t-shirt. There was also the single flannel he’d worn on Halloween, but all of that was simply incomparable to how he looked now.
“You said dinner would be ready ages ago.”
“I said it would be ready in half an hour when you got here, which was twenty minutes ago. I still have ten minutes before you get to hound me about lying.”
“Maybe if you’d prepared an appetizer…” she teased, hoping with every cell in her body that he knew she was kidding. When Rowan had said he wanted to cook her dinner, she’d been floored. The only meal that she could successfully make was breakfast, and the options were limited. Additionally, she couldn’t remember the last time a romantic interest had cooked for her at all. Probably Sam several years earlier, and it had been so bad they’d relented and settled on drive-thru burgers instead.
Rowan’s eyes narrowed at her, and she knew she’d missed the mark with her joke. The date had been going well so far; not much could have been ruined. He’d kissed her hello once, or four times, then told her to make herself at home. Rowan even had a beautiful arrangement of kingsflame at the table in the dining area. Their banter had ensued as it always did, casual teasing comments. Until she went too far. Obviously.
He turned his back, and Aelin tensed, moving across the kitchen to get to him. Just before she touched him, he turned back around, eyes widening almost comically when his elbow nearly hit her temple. Without her boots, her footsteps had been near-silent on his hardwood floors.
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, fingers brushing her temple where his sweater had grazed her face. “Hi.”
“Hi.” With their dinner sizzling in the background, she was sure that he could hardly hear the soft whisper of her voice. That didn’t seem to matter because Rowan leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, short and sweet and leaving her wanting more. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Rowan’s brows knit together, green eyes tracing over every feature of her face before settling to meet her gaze.
“Being… me? Teasing? I don’t know. This is a date, and you’re so nice to be making dinner, and I shouldn’t be--”
“Aelin,” he laughed. “You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t busting my balls for something. I don’t think we would be us.” At the mention of them as an item, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth to ward off the embarrassingly large grin that was threatening to take over her face.
“That doesn’t mean I can be rude,” she grumbled, earning another smile from the man in front of her.
“You aren’t.” Rowan turned away from her for a brief moment. When he faced her again he held half of a cookie in his hand. “You just get hangry.”
She stared at the small offering in his hand before accepting it with a smile. Not only was he making her dinner, but it seemed he had also baked her double chocolate chip cookies. It made her heart squeeze in an almost painful way, but she took the cookie and nibbled on the corner. Whatever recipe he had used was perfect. It only made the rumbling in her belly worse, but she was determined to finish it without chocolate smeared all over her mouth.
“I’m almost done with dinner. Go snoop. I know you’re dying to.” Aelin wrinkled her nose, and Rowan was quick to kiss the tip of it, despite her failed attempt to swerve. Not that she wanted him to miss, really. Aelin wanted to beg him to kiss her until she was physically sick and couldn’t stand to feel his mouth on her body ever again.
The apartment was simple. It had one bedroom and an open living and kitchen area. Rowan had a small table that could seat four between the two rooms. It was sparsely decorated but had a few personal touches here and there that provided a glimpse into Rowan’s life. She walked around the living room, noting the pile of books stacked neatly next to the TV contained some of her favorites. She hadn’t pegged Rowan as an avid reader, but she realized that despite working with the man for the past two years, there was still so much she didn’t know about him.
And she realized, more than anything, that she wanted to know everything.
Furthermore, she’d been right about the books stacked on the coffee table. They were travel books, some of them with tabs and post-it notes sticking out of the sides. With a sly glance to the kitchen, she perched on the edge of the couch and pulled the biggest of them with the most annotations toward her, flipping through the pages to see what all he had bookmarked.
One of the first pages was a map marking all the parks and their major attractions. It seemed Rowan had a key for himself, little stars, triangles and squares marking various locations.
“The stars are my favorite places I’ve been,” Rowan said, pulling her gaze from pages of mountains and canyons and over to his green eyes.
“Is this what you do when you aren’t working?” Aelin closed the books and restacked them neatly on the table. Rowan was carrying two plates of stir-fry over to the table. In a few steps she joined him, sliding into the seat beside his.
“When I can, yes.” She was so hungry that she merely nodded, taking a too-large bite of food and meaning at the taste. Rowan’s eyebrow quirked while he took a bite of his own, and to avoid speaking with a mouthful she gave him a thumbs up.
“So good,” she reiterated after she swallowed, clearing her throat.
“I’m glad you like it. I was worried you wouldn’t.”
“It’s food. I like food. And you baked cookies,” Aelin reminded him, popping another bite in her mouth. The tickle she seemed to be developing in her throat worsened, forcing her to clear her throat again after she swallowed. Actually, the tickle was becoming an insatiable itch that she tried to chase away with water. She had no luck. “Is your um— is your throat itchy?”
“No…?” Aelin tugged on the collar of her shirt, nodding her head instead of responding. Rowan leaned over to brush his fingers along her cheek, worry settling in the wrinkle between his eyebrows. “Are you allergic to anything?”
“Gods, my mouth is itchy,” she mumbled, mostly to herself, while she downed the rest of her water so quickly a drop slipped down the side of her chin.
“Aelin. What are you allergic to?”
“I’m not allergic to anything,” she insisted, despite the way her tongue felt undeniably too big for her mouth. Rowan had already left the table, though, disappearing through a door off the living room and coming back with a small white bottle. His phone was also now in his hand and the numbers his thumb was pressing looked a lot like 9-1-1 from her vantage point.
“Take these,” he said softly, holding two pills to her lips that she opened her mouth for and downed with Rowan’s full glass of water.
“That’s dramatic.” She nodded at his phone. “I can breathe fine. My mouth is just itchy. And my tongue is a little too big.” To prove a point, she stuck her tongue out. Rowan’s eyes were saucers and he was ready to hit the call button.
“Your tongue is twice the size it usually is!”
“Did you do this on purpose? Is this getting me back for the syrup?” Aelin was kidding. Half-kidding, maybe, but kidding all the same. When she spoke, drool dribbled down her chin that she wiped at with the collar of her shirt. The whimper that sounded in the back of her throat wasn’t voluntary. It was their first date and she managed to drool on herself in front of him. Aelin Galathynius was the epitome of cool.
“This is not getting you back for the syrup.” Rowan’s voice was sharp, if still soft around the edges while he watched her carefully. His thumb was still dancing over the call button, but Aelin refused to be carted out of his apartment on a stretcher. She took his phone, locked it, and held it hostage in her lap while he fussed and mumbled about how big her tongue was. “What are you allergic to?”
“I didn’t know I was allergic to anything,” she swore again, grabbing his water for another long drink.
It went on like this for several minutes: Rowan listing the ingredients for the stir-fry that she may not have had before, or maybe she’d not had it in such a long time she forgot she had a mild allergy to it. MSG, soy, celery, sesame, carrots, on and on. He ran through everything twice before Aelin asked him to please stop, she had no idea and listing them over and over wasn’t going to spark a memory or knowledge she didn’t have.
The signature frown he wore most of the time was all the more prominent the droopier her eyes got; the effects of Benadryl were hitting her harder than she cared to admit, but her throat wasn’t as itchy and her tongue was feeling closer to normal. Rowan held both of her hands and guided her to his bedroom. Aelin wanted to make a joke about how this wasn’t what she’d had in mind, but she was too sleepy to find the words.
Rowan undressed her, pulling her jeans off before guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. The duvet was softer, fluffier than she’d anticipated him to sleep on, and she wanted to burrow down into it as he replaced her shirt with one of his own. When he pulled back the blanket, she crawled under and didn’t settle until he laid down with her. His sweater was soft beneath her cheek and she felt like she was cuddling with him on a cloud. Gods, his bed was so comfortable she wanted to sleep in it forever.
“I’m sorry for ruining our date,” she mumbled, tilting her head back to look at him beneath heavy lashes and heavier lids.
“I’m sorry for accidentally almost killing you.” Despite the way his lips were turned down, there was amusement hidden in his words. Aelin smiled and tilted her head back enough for him to take the hint: she wanted to be kissed. A half smile spread across his lips and he kissed her gently, fingers brushing loose strands of her hair behind her ear.
“This isn’t how I imagined our date ending,” she grumbled, ducking her face down into his sweater. Rowan chuckled and Aelin knew that it wasn’t what he had in mind, either. “I thought I would end up in your bed but not to sleep. I mean, maybe after you fucked me senseless, but I didn’t think we would be skipping that part altogether.”
“I didn’t think I would make something that had flare up an obscure allergy you didn’t know you had, either. So I guess we’re both surprised.” Aelin snorted, sitting up enough to tug on the side of his sweater. Rowan took the hint, sitting up to pull the sweater and his shirt over his head. While in the process of undressing, he stood and pulled his jeans off, too, tossing them over the back of a desk chair in the corner of the room. Aelin swallowed, eyes dipping over the expanse of golden skin he’d exposed.
Her eyes caught on a scar on his lower abdomen, zeroed-in on the trail of hair that disappeared into his briefs. It dawned on her then that she hadn’t seen him completely naked. At work, they saw each other in various stages of undress while changing costumes, but the only time they’d had sex had been a quickie in Lorcan’s bathroom. They’d both been mostly clothed for that. She was making it a goal to see him entirely naked in the next twenty-four hours, because he looked so good like this it was unfair.
“Maybe I’ll feel better when I wake up,” she said, breathlessly. Rowan grinned, a dimple appearing in his cheek that she didn’t see often enough.
“I’m counting on it.”
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heyitsyn · 4 years
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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 4
a/n: uwuwuwuwu @animesportboys​ and i were just talking about this and my heart was just bursting at this thought 😭
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also requests are currently closed right now since i have like nearly 30 to finish so please be patient with me and wait for me to finish it all and until then i can open them up again. however, dont stop sending me cute stuff okay?  🥺
summary: its the time of the month for seijoh’s manager 🥺
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@ yn when shes extra moody and mean during that time and does this every time she hears anything even come out of the boys’ mouth
oh dear
so basically
it’s,,,,,, a natural thing that most girls go through every month for more than half of their lives and its absolutely D R E A D F U L
the boys ofc knew what the hell a period was bc hello health class so they knew you would become this,,, other version of yourself
youd be moodier, childish, and easy to annoy and snap to everyone
but you would quickly realize how you’re acting then be all regretful and teary and cry easily and then youd forget about it then start the cycle again
you’d stick your tongue out at them and tease them mercilessly, making them run even more laps and pushing them harder
‘I SEE THOSE ARMS SHAKING, IWAIZUMI HAJIME. ADD 15 MORE TO THAT ROUTINE’
‘WHAT?!’
‘IF I SEE YOU EVEN A STEP BEHIND KINDAICHI, YOU WILL BE RUNNING 8 MORE LAPS KUNIMI’
‘NOO!!!!’
‘CHECK YOURSELF OUT ONE MORE TIME, YAHABA, I WILL GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES’
‘HAVE MERCY!!!!’
dear god they hated it
when it was time, they would protect themselves and work even harder and be more perfect to make sure you couldnt see their faults and point them out and try and kill them
it was like war for everyone
but they didnt know the exact date it started so they didnt really know when to start preparing for war until it came
this time, you didnt either
you didnt even know you were starting as you were extra busy booking the buses for away comps and collecting and emailing teachers for any missed homeworks for the team
so when it did start,,,
oh dear part 2
it wasnt really something you found out when you woke up that morning but you noticed you must be getting close since you were feeling extra cranky and you havent even been awake for more than an hour
nothing really happened throughout the day so you were just thinking that you didnt get enough sleep last night so you were just tired and wanted to sleep
but then it happened
you were standing next to iwa, reviewing his spike percentages when you shifted your weight to the other leg and then your eyes widened
your water broke
i saw this tiktok of this one girl and she was about to start filming with her friend when her eyes widened and her friend knew immediately and her caption was ‘my water broke’
iwa was worried as heck on to what was going on with you and even followed your gaze to see it on the wall and nothing out of the ordinary
‘y/n?’
‘oh god’
you mumbled and you wanted to run but you were too scared that you leaked and probably have an obvious redness on your white track pants
yep it def was your time bc you felt tears welling up in your eyes and you sniffled, embarrassed and upset for this to happen now, of all times
then oikawa tooru bursted through the doors
iwa, taking his eyes off of you and to the captain, started to yell at him until he noticed the brunette’s flushed face and panting form, hunched over as he gripped on the door handle with the plastic bag
you, too busy trying to think of a way to get out of there like deciding to waddle or to just crawl, didnt see oikawa as he approached you
the team paused and watched as he took a black hoodie from the plastic bag and wrapped it around your waist
‘hmm, y/n-chan, better get dressed so we can go now’
he hummed and you snapped out of your panic and looked up at him with watery eyes
‘oikawa-san’
you whispered and he nodded, eyes knowing what was going on
‘coach, theres a planetarium special tonight’
oikawa shouted without tearing his gaze away from you and coach irihata instantly knew, knowing the code that oikawa came up with when you became a part of the family team
the elder coach made a noise of agreement and oikawa didnt wait to up and carry you in his arms and waved to the team while pushing your head in his chest so you can hide
‘work hard everyone!’
‘oi, shittykawa! what the hell-!’
but an intense side-eye from his best friend shut him up and he knew something happened so he didnt say anything since he trusts oikawa to fix it
‘i trust you will take care of them, iwa-chan’
iwaizumi nodded firmly before shouting to resume back to practice and he himself went back to the line for spikes
you were carried to the bathroom so you could change into your emergency undies and pad and after you did your business, oikawa noticed you uncomfortably waddling towards him so he took you back into his arms
oikawa continued to carry you like his bride down the street towards an unknown destination, humming a children’s show tune that takeru loved to watch, while you maintained curled around yourself, partly due to the shame but also from the pain in your abdomen
you wiped the few stray tears that spilled past your eyes and oikawa chuckled when he noticed you aggressively wipe them off
‘hmm, y/n-chan, you shouldnt do that to yourself. it irritates your eyes and the skin around it so gently dab it next time, kay?’
you nodded, burrowing back to his chest and breathing in his scent
french toast
he smelled like french toast as the smell of caramel and vanilla wafted into your nose
‘howd you know’
you mumbled against the fabric of his jacket
oikawa stopped his humming and replaced it with a chuckle
‘oh, y/n-chan. oikawa-san is a reliable senpai, dont you know? i got a tracker! just for you!’
he answered and your eyes moved from his arm to his smile and you gripped his jacket tighter, fingers curled around it as if it was your lifeline
‘thank you, oikawa-san’
your words of appreciation made oikawa’s heart thump and he faltered a little, blush creeping up his neck, but he fought it down, covering it up with a smirk
‘you should be, y/n-chan! girls would kill to be you right now!’
you rolled your eyes at the return of his cocky attitude but you knew better
the real oikawa tooru was under that mask
turns out, he carried you to his home as his house was the closest while yours had to be taken by a bus
thankfully his parents were out and his sister and nephew were in a trip in tokyo that you had the house to yourselves without anyone asking questions that might make you uncomfortable and them misunderstand
he shut the door with his foot and made his way up the stairs with ease, his strength truly impressing you at that moment, before settling you down on his bed
it wasnt even on purpose but you curled yourself on his blanket, head buried in his pillow
his heart combusted and tooru had to look away or else he wouldve jumped on you and coddled you forever
instead, he quickly ran over and knelt down under his desk to reach for the box that he has prepared for you
‘y/n-chan, i never knew your pattern until last month so i was able to prepare for you now’
you looked up from your position on the bed and sat up enough to see him standing there, grinning with a mint green box
‘wh-what is that?’
you asked and he shuffled over, sitting next to you
‘this, is the y/n care love box! this special box was created by yours truly with everything you want and need during this dreadful week. theres your favorite food, warm socks, coupons you can spend like watching movies and eating ten tubs of ice cream while we talk shit about the boys’
he listed, gripping the box nervously 
‘so? do you like it?’
he looked away from the box and to you but his smile slipped into a panicked one when he saw you silently crying and biting your lip to keep the sobs in
‘y-y/n-chan! i-its okay if y-you dont like it! o-oikawa-san can-’
‘no!’
you cut him off and lunged to hug him with all your might
hehe all might
E A T   T H I S
‘i love you so much, oikawa-san! so much! thank you!’
you sobbed into his neck and he tightly hugged you back, lifting you so you could comfortably sit on his lap straddle him if you want me to be straight forward
oikawa gently moved so he was leaning against the wall that his bed was pressed against while you were pressed against his warmth
his fingers were drawing small circles on your back and whispering corny jokes or puns that made you giggle and laugh and occassionally, he would kiss your nose and you would whine at the ticklish feeling
eyes fleeting around the room, your eyes settled back on the box and you reached out, wanting to grab it until oikawa beat you to it and snatched it for you then placed it on your hold
‘whats inside, oikawa-san?’
you cutely mumbled, sitting comfortably back on his thighs so you could open the box in front of you
oikawa laughed
‘just open it and figure it out yourself, y/n-chan’
you pouted at his tease but smiled widely when you revealed the contents inside
‘oikawa-san!’
his eyes followed your surprised expression and his hands gripped your waist
‘you like it?’
he whispered and you nodded, looking back up at him and kissing his cheek, his 
‘youre so sweet, oikawa-san! like-like this candy bar! howd you know i like this?’
you held up the treat and he shrugged
‘i keep seeing you get it whenever we go to the store’
you continued to sift through the things, seeing a dvd of your favorite movie, a f/c heating pad, a note that said your favorite ice cream was in the fridge, a bag of your favorite chips, fluffy socks, the goodies
you didnt even notice yourself crying again, only realizing it when there were wet spots beneath you
oikawa saw this and he quickly but gently put the box to the side and cradled your face with both of his hands, softly wiping the tears away with his thumbs
‘aw, dont cry, my little baby. princesses should never cry’
you sniffled and choked a laugh
‘hah, n-not a baby. j-just hor-monal’
you complained and oikawa snickered but shook his head then kissed your nose again
‘youre my baby’
you didnt have it in you to complain so you went back to snuggling into him
oikawa squeezed you and went back to drawing the circles on your back and he felt you relax into his touch and slump against his form, slowly starting to snore
your head rested on his shoulder and he turned slightly to watch your eyes flutter and nose scrunch when a strand of your hair fell on it
his heart continued to beat faster and faster and it showed by the way his fingers shook as he carefully lifted the hair away from you
he slowly bent down to give you a kiss on the forehead before laying you down to sleep more comfortably
‘good night, princess’
he sweetly placed a last kiss on your cheek before getting up to go prepare your heating pad for when you wake up
the next few days were possibly the best period days youve ever had
maybe because it was oikawa telling the team that you were in,,,,, satan’s domain currently and they should be careful with you so they tried their best to lift the weight and burden off of your shoulders
however,,
the next day after the incident,,,
they still didnt know what was wrong with you and oikawa forgot to text the gc about your condition so they were still unknowing
like today
during your classes, you were feeling off, almost nauseous but eating little bits of your chocolate treats were helping you get through until lunch
ofc kunimi noticed bc hellow he sits next to you and he doesnt pay attention during class so hes been watching you sneak little bites so the teacher doesnt see and ducking under your book
he was just amused with the way your eyes would widen if you thought the teacher caught you
kindaichi and kunimi and you usually ate lunch together at your classroom since you three only got to hang out as first years during lunch
so they know you usually have a bento with you and have a general idea of how much you eat
and kunimi thought since you ate all those chocolates earlier, you wouldnt eat as much food but then he saw you scarf down your bento, eat 2 more bags of chips and was finishing last chocolate bar
kindaichi,,,, wasnt even finished with his own bento and was watching you, amazed, at how easily you ate all of it
they didnt say anything since they thought you just didnt eat dinner last night but even during the walk towards the gym for after school practice, you were complaining that you were hungry and was eating another chocolate bar
they thought something was truly wrong bc you were eating so much more than usual
kunimi watched you chew on it as you opened the gym door and still ate even when you were talking to mattsun about his jump height
‘man, you sure are hungry, aren’t you, y/n? thats like your fifth chocolate bar today’
kunimi teased, grabbing a ball to spike but he froze, seeing you with the coldest and angriest look hes ever seen
you blinked at him, grip tightening on the treat, and mattsun slowly backing away from you
you advanced towards the blep boy, treat already forgotten and shoved to be held by mattsun 
despite your shorter height than kunimi, he trembled slightly as you looked up at him
‘are you calling me fat, kunimi? are you? am i fat? do you think im ugly? im a piggie?’
you ranted and slowly started crying, making kunimi frantically scramble to stop you before the other upperclassmen see or worse, oikawa-san
‘y/n-wait-no!-um’
‘y/n-chan?’
kunimi shut his eyes tightly in fear at the deadly sweet voice of his captain and kindaichi and mattsun sent a quick prayer to their fellow teammate before he was going to get killed
‘uh oh, i think we’d have to start looking for a replacement for kunimi’
makki, who just arrived, teased making kindaichi fearfully look at him
‘eh?!’
‘oh, you first years have never seen oikawa mad, have ya? well, you’ll get front seat of it!’
mattsun clapped him in the back making him gulp
you werent sobbing but you were definitely crying, tear tracks quickly being wetted by the numerous amount of tears that fell
kunimi scrambled to his knees and folded himself, forehead resting on the floor by his hands
‘I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE DONT KILL ME! I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE FIND MERCY IN YOURSELF AND FORGIVE ME, Y/N-SAMA!’
it was certainly a sight to see
normally calm and collected and chill and relaxed hippie kunimi begging to be forgiven
oikawa stepped forward but you quickly felt the change of your mood, feeling bad for your boy and scrambling to pull him back up
‘oh kunimi-kun! dont kneel like that! the floor is too hard and might give you knee pain!’
it was like whiplash
iwa stepped in the gym and saw the team’s confused and bewildered expressions and saw you, kunimi, and oikawa and he shook his head
this aint even half of bad as he has seen
oikawa gently took you away from kunimi and held you to him instead, giving you a smile, to which you returned, and looked at kunimi, a deadly glint in his eye
‘what happened, y/n-chan?’
the tone of his voice sent a chill to run down everyone’s spines and even iwa, the boy who’s seen this a handful of times, shivered and nervously watched oikawa, ready to jump in
but you just blinked, completely unaware of the change of atmosphere
‘oh, um, i overreacted. i was eating too much food today and mustve annoyed him or something’
you sheepishly mumbled but oikawa was having none of it
‘no, its fine. youre literally bleeding out as we speak! dont feel the need to validate yourself!’
he lightly scolded while you hung your head low and continued to apologize but he gently bonked your head before scolding you again
the team definitely knew now that you were in that,,,, time and they definitely knew now, especially kunimi, that even if youve seen oikawa mad, youd think that the devil was more merciful than him when it relates to the topic of you
a/n: i swear to GGGOOOOODDDDDD im an oikawa whore who cant seem to stop writing for him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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uswntxfootball · 4 years
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My Sister’s Keeper (Hope Solo x Reader)
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request: anon ; Hi! Can you do a R and goalkeeper (Solo or Naeher or Franch) imagine where R is really worried bc her girlfriend got a broken nose and maybe R is the sister of some other USWNT player (like Tobin or Julie or Kelley or someone). Thanks!
word count: 2231 ish
your crush on the number 1 goalkeeper was pathetic (in the eyes of your sister Tobin Heath and best friend Emily Sonnett that is). what would it take for you to finally make a move? (hint: it’s a ball to the face and a broken nose). 
a/n: (au to Hope still playing for the uswnt ofc). changed things up a little for *story telling purposes* but yeah, hope (hahahahha) you enjoy it! also, never seen my sisters keeper but idc im keeping it as a title :P enjoy the fluff! :)
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“Alright take five!” Vlatko says, blowing on his whistle for you all to take a break. You walk over to Emily, leaning your head on her shoulder as you take a drink water. “I swear Vlatko’s trying to kill us today.” You mumble, wiping your forehead sweat with her sleeve. “Oh god ew”. Emily gags while shaking her arm, trying to rid it of your perspiration. You let out a chuckle and turn to take another drink of water when something catches the corner of your eye. Well more like someone. The goalkeepers were still in training, with Ash, Alyssa and Hope diving left and right for saves. It’s then that Hope takes a second and wipes some sweat off her face with the hem of her shirt, giving you a look at her abs in all their glory. The water you were drinking quickly misses your mouth and ends up all over Sonnett. “What the- Y/N! What are you doing?!” Emily screeches in surprise, slapping the water bottle out of your hand. Emily’s screech draws a set of blue orbs in your direction, your cheeks quickly heating up when your eyes meet for a split second before you look away. The drenched defender takes one look at your flushed face and smirks. “You so have a crush.” “Wha- I- No!” You sputter, your cheeks betraying your false statement as they flush a deeper shade of red. “Awww lil Y/NN has a crushie wushie” she teases while pinching your cheeks. “Shut up.” You grumble, slapping her hands away. Emily and you turn to take a look once again at the keepers, and when Hope dives to the ground for the ball, Sonnett lets out a low whistle and whispers, “I approve and must I say, she is one large sip of water.” “What century did you come from?” You snort, slapping her on the side of the head. Meanwhile on the field, Hope’s eyes drift off to the side to see you and Sonnett bickering, and a soft smile spreads across her face. In the midst of her distraction, she almost gets hit in the face with a ball, but thankful for her quick reflexes, turns to catch it in time. Ashlyn stands back with a grin, having noticed it all. Hope turns to see Ash with a shit eating grin and narrows her eyes, “What are you staring at?” “Nothing. Nothing at all.” ~~ It’s quarter to nine when you get back to the hotel, having been out running errands a few minutes prior. Sonnett had been teasing you nonstop about you crush all day and quite frankly, you couldn’t blame her. You turn the corner of the hallway quickly, not bothering to look up, only to.. crash right into the woman you had been thinking of all day. “I’m so-“ “I’m-“ You both stop speaking, you looking down at the ground bashfully, not daring to look at the woman in front of you. It’s then that you notice how close you are to Hope, your head almost touching her chest and feeling her hot breath on the top of your head. Not to mention that her hands are on your waist and yours are on her... Your eyes widen and you jump away from her, cheeks flushed and you manage to stutter out, “I- I’m sorry I- uh my room uh- ye-yeah th-i-is way.” Hope giggles at your jumbled mess of words and you blush even harder, muttering a “bye” before you race down the hall. You make it to your room in record speed and you slam the door shut and let out a long exhale when you’re in your room, back against the door. “What’s wif you?” Sonnett asks, toothbrush dangling in her mouth, glancing at you in the mirror. You shake your head vigorously, refusing to talk about it. You plop down in your best friend’s bed and replay the events in the hallway over and over. It’s a few minutes later that your phone dings and you roll over to see a text from your sister. *You have a crush on Hope????* “EMILY ANN SONNETT GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!” ~~ Your eyes follow Hope’s every move with interest from the bench, watching as the goalie paces around the box. The game against Panama was surprisingly calm, the US with a 4-0 lead, chilling quite comfortably as the end of the first half draws near. A whistle blows, signaling the end of the first half and snapping you out of your trance. You’re one of the last to make it into the locker room, but before you do, someone turns and elbows you in the face, knocking you to the ground. “Shit! I’m so sorry!” You look up dazed to see, of course, Hope Solo staring down at you apologetically. She extends a hand out and you take it timidly, cheeks flushed and heart racing. She must have overestimated your weight or maybe it was just a side effect of her killer biceps but she pulls you up with so much force that you stumble forward, crashing into her chest. “We have to stop meeting like this,” Hope chuckles, hands on your waist to steady you. Your cheeks flush even more if possible, and you try to redirect the conversation, stammering, “I- uh we- meet-ting ha-alf ye-yeah.” You mentally facepalm at your inability to speak around her, but Hope just giggles and says, “Yes, I do believe we have a meeting to get to.” You pull away from her and walk quickly, cheeks flushed, heart pounding, and mind clouded. “Uh, hey Y/N? You know our locker room is this way right?” “Right!” ~~ The awkward encounters didn’t stop there. And by now because of it, it was obvious to the entire team that you had the hots for Hope. Every time she was within a 6 feet radius of you, you would start blushing and become a stuttering mess. Hope thought it was adorable, Tobin and Sonnett and the rest of the team thought it was pathetic. That leads to training day, one day before your game against England. You jump when your sister slaps your back and takes a seat on the bench next to you. “Too busy thinking about your girlfriend?” Tobin inquires while tying her cleats. “She’s not my girlfriend, and no” You flush, your cheeks tinted scarlet. “Why don’t you just talk to her Y/N? Ask her out?” Tobin asks. You jump again when Sonnett, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation, lets out a scoff from behind you. “Please Toby, have you seen her? Y/N would trip over her own words before she can get a ‘hi’ out.” You roll your eyes in annoyance, no way denying it, as Emily plops down on the seat to your left. “I mean I just sucked it up and asked Chris out, I’m sure you can do it.” Tobin says while patting on your back. “Oh please, I strive to be how confident you are around Chris.” You state, glancing over at the field to where the forward was standing. “Just give it a shot Y/N, you never know how it could go.” “Fine, but we all know how it’s going to go. I’m gonna not be able to get the sentence out or she’s just going to flat out say no” You sigh, leaning your head on Tobin’s shoulder. “You don’t know that for sure,” Tobin says, scratching your head softly. “Fine.” You sigh again, looking over at the field, eyes widening and cheeks flushing when you lock eyes with none other than Hope Solo. Sonnett follows your gaze and beams, “Now go get your girl tiger.” “Maybe.” ~~ You didn’t go “get your girl”. You didn’t even speak to her. You just stayed as far away as humanly possible. However, it was during PK practice that you had no choice but to be around Hope. It was you versus Hope, and no one else. As you lined up to take a shot, Hope sent you a wink, and you nearly had a heart attack right then and there. Not to mention, you missed the ball (and therefore the goal) by a wide margin, falling flat on your back. Kelley rushes over shaking her head while trying to contain her laughter, and it takes one look from her for you to know what she’s going to say. “You’re pathetic” She chuckles, lending out a hand to pull you up. You take it graciously, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. You meet Hope’s eyes when you stand, sticking your tongue out at her when she bursts out laughing. You couldn’t lie, her laugh made your chest tighten up and butterflies explode in your stomach. Hope kept laughing, and you roll your eyes in annoyance as you walk back to take your PK again. You look down for as long as you can this time, only looking up right before you kick. This time, with no distractions, the ball hits the back of the net, flying right by Hope’s fingertips. You look up and shoot a cocky smirk at Hope, who just rolls her eyes and mimics you falling after missing the ball. You shoot her a glare as Sonnett bursts out laughing along with the rest of the team. Tobin comes up and ruffles your hair, laughing, “Nice going lil sis.” You give her a playful shove on the chest and walk over to Sonnett who just looks at you with a grin. “Don’t.” You threaten. “You looked like a cartoo- HEY!” You cut her off by dumping the remainder of Tobin’s cup of water onto her head. She looks at you with a glare and you know you’re in for it. Hope just stands back and watches you run away from Sonnett, who has a water bottle in hand, screaming bloody murder after you. She just watches and chuckles. ~~ It’s the midst England game now, and all was going well. The US was up by 1, you had scored once, and Press had scored once, essentially making Tobin the proudest human in existence. But in the 87th minute, Kelley drew a foul and England was granted a penalty kick, with Houghton stepping up to take it. You could see Hope jumping up and down in the goal, obviously a little nervous. When she’s scanning the field and her eyes meet yours, you get a wave of confidence and shoot her a wink. Her eyes widen and cheeks flush, but realizing that she was about to save a penalty, she quickly shook her head trying to rid it of her thoughts. The whistle blows and Houghton steps up to kick. Everyone held their breath as Hope dives left, but she overshot it, her face colliding with the ball instead of her hands. Nonetheless, she saves the pk, securing the 1 point lead for the US. Your heart slams in your chest as you realize she wasn’t getting up, and quickly the game is paused as the medical team goes to check on her. You’re by her side in a flash, grimacing at the stream of blood running down from her nose. As on member of the medical team fixes her nose, one goes to request a substitute but he’s yanked down by Hope before he can. “I am fine. I don’t need a substitute” She growls, quickly releasing the man’s arm. You just shake your head, rolling your eyes at the stubborn goalkeeper. Hope’s hand reaches out to you when she stands up, and you grab it without a second of hesitation, pulling her up. Ignoring the butterflies swarming inside of you, you say, “Just be careful okay?” “No promises,” She smiles, letting out a toothy grin. You give her a playful shove and make your way back to the field. ~~ After the game, you decide to bite the bullet and do something you’ve wanted to for weeks. You look over to Hope, and your eyes widen in surprise when you notice the woman was already making her way towards you. Quickly turning around, you see Sonnett, on her way by, who sends you a wink and mouths, “Good luck, ask her out” You take a deep breath and prepare yourself to turn around again and of course, just your luck, you slam right into her. “Again?” Hope asks with her eyebrows raised, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. You just stare at her, eyes wide and heart pumping erratically in your chest. “Well?” “Willyougoonadatewithme?” You breathe out. “Um? Run that by me again?” She chuckles, placing a hand on your cheek. You melt into her touch and gulp, taking a deep breath before you saying, “Will you go on a date with m-“ Hope cuts you off with a kiss, one that you quickly and happily reciprocate. Tobin and Sonnett watch from afar grinning, Tobin slapping a hand over Sonnett’s mouth to keep her from letting out a loud squeal. It’s the type of kiss that knocks all the air out of your lungs, and you feel like you’re floating and falling all at the same time. You pull back with a grin, “Is that a yes?” Hope just chuckles and pulls you in for another kiss, but before your lips meet, she whispers: “No. It’s a hell yes.”
a/n: also this is literally how i act around my crushes lmao 
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powerosewaterpuff · 4 years
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so i was having mary and john grayson feels bc i always do ofc, and i decided well if i can’t find any other fics and headcanonns? imma make them myself hehe soo enjoy ! (heads up tho, it’s a l o t hehe)
Mary Grayson
-cannot cook, she is absolutely a w f u l at it but oh my god she loves watching john cook. she even follows him around, writing in a little journal about all the different recipes and steps, bc she is d e t e r m i n d to be able to make something other then cereal
-she always lets dick attempt to braid her hair, and even though it might come out looking bumpy and uneven, she couldn’t care less bc the smile on her sons face is priceless
- loves the summer, basking in the sun on a wide beach is her ideal happy place, because the winter reminds her a little too much of memories she wishes she could suppress
-she always sticks her tongue out just a bit when she’s focused on something, john still blushes when he sees that
-isn’t an avid reader, but she could watch johns facial expressions as he rereads the same twist in his favourite novel for the rest of her life
-she has a small array of ear piercings, which include three piercings on each lobe and upper lobe (the first she had received when she was a baby, and it had been her grandmothers idea), then she has a helix hoop piercing on each ear with a little stud underneath the hoop of the right ear. (Dick loves them, and always had a habit of fiddling with them even as a baby.)
-her laugh could be described as, (as courtesy of john grayson), “the sound of wind chimes billowing against the breeze, and then she starts snortin—Hey! It’s the truth, what do you want me to lie, mary?”
-dick most definitely inherited her eyelashes, long, dark and curled. she also tends to argue that he got her humour too, but john adamantly defends his honour as, “the most hilarious human being to walk the earth, and dick most definitely got my sense of humour, e x c u s e you, mariam.”
-she is infinitely glad that her and john have a very equal parenting system, without one person needing to be the primary disciplinarian as they work as a united front. (except when john and dick come inside the trailer, dragging in mounds of dirt from a flimsy soccer game. then? shes usually the disciplinary one then, shooing them to go take a shower and telling them that they needed to make sure every i n c h of dirt is out of the trailer before she’s done her afternoon stretches.)
-she’s a very bold and opinionated person, but stubbornly independent with a strong moral system and a fierce temper. she isn’t accustomed to asking for help, and is always expecting to be disappointed or let down. she’s always waiting for the catch to come into play, with john though? it never did
-the second dick gives her his puppy dog eyes, it’s over. she’ll give up the cookies she’s hidden in the top shelf, she’ll give him the biggest hug, she’ll practically do anything, and mary thinks john is the exact same.
-her gut instincts are scarily right, to the point where her best friend, the magicians assistant, is convinced she’s a psychic of some sort.
- the day she met john, she had heard about a young circus boy about her age coming to live with his great aunt in her neighborhood, but hadn’t really paid it any mind.
-it wasn’t until one neighbourhood party, that she locked eyes with a pair of vibrant blue eyes with a deeply rooted fire within them. it gave her a shock of adrenaline, and excitement, the same thing she felt when she was about to go on stage as a ballerina or about to face the uneven bars as a gymnast. it wasn’t a nervous bout of a adrenaline, it was a calming rush, one that filled her bones with a thrill beyond all compare. (Little did she know, the second john had locked eyes with a pair of lively green eyes, he had found what he was looking for.)
- mary was a natural born contortionist, with a flexibility she acquired from years of ballet as well as gymnastics. learning how to work the trapeze was a whole other thing though, as it was a little odd to adjust at first. she loved johns freedom and wild nature while soaring through the air though, a lot more then she loved the rigidness of her own form. (john disagreed vehemently, the way mary moved was like she was one with the air and the air was one with her, and he admits that was she an incredibly quick learner.)
-will always watch cartoons with dick, whether it be The Simpsons one evening or Tom & Jeremy the next.
-johns singing is her favourite thing ever, she always begs him to sing her to sleep and some nights, when john feels a deep rooted knot tug at his chest, mary is sweetly singing, “here comes the sun,” by the beatles in his ear
-her and johns go to song to get dick to sleep is, “little bird, little bird,” by elizabeth mitchell. she always changes the last bird, a whip-poor-well, to a robin bird. it’s a little offbeat but she thinks dick likes it. (dick loves it.)
-has an unparalleled amount of energy, and is always bursting with exuberance, the only one who can really challenge her on that is dick. both of them are absolute adrenaline junkies.
-has an insatiable love for period dramas, it is her absolutely guilty pleasure and will be found watching tapes of her favourite show in the living room at like 3am
-she loves the smell of burning wood and loves sitting outside of summer nights, taking in the sounds of the cicadas and the cold breeze.
-she is absolutely exasperated with her sons ability to make friends with injured woodland animals, it was adorable and absolutely darling to an extent, but oh my god if she had to handle one more skunk with a broken leg or a fox with its leg stuck to a wooden post, she would consider barricading the circus.
-(she loves buying matching clothing for her family and her, but what she loves the most is dressing john and dick up to match, she has a whole box filled with those pictures, which would be perfect blackmail material once dick was in his teens.)
John Grayson
-is one of the most laid back human beings, he always has a lazy smile and gentle mischief twinkling in his eyes. (but fuck with his family and see what happens, he dares you.)
-his eyes are practically identical to dicks, in every shape, way and form. but dicks have an unstoppable light in them, that his just don’t have but he’s so happy they do.
-loves to overspray his cologne just to irritate mary, her scrunched up nose his absolutely adorable. (but he still couldn’t get why she didn’t like that cologne, it was fucking amazing)
-curses like an absolute sailor, and mary isn’t any better but she’s far better at censoring herself. john has had to slap a hand around his mouth a few times to avoid having to explain the word, “shit,” to dick.
-christmas is his favourite time of the year without a doubt, and loves to be curled up on his worn couch with a novel in hand in front for a fire.
-is an avid prankster, but if you confront him about it, he’ll give you a trademarked Grayson smile, and tilt his head to the side questioningly.
-his laugh is like (as courtesy of mary grayson), “a crash of waves, refreshing and loud with a distinct clarity, and then he starts to w h e e z—Hey! it’s the truth! I thought you were against lying, huh?”
-he’s ticklish, and his brother along with his wife and son take advantage of that way too much.
-dick is legit attached to this mans hip 24/7, like if you see john strolling around the circus there is a 94% chance that dick is either riding on his shoulders or settled comfortably on his hip.
-the day he met mary, he had felt a little out of place and stilted at this neighbourhood party. but he sucked it in bc anything was better then going back to his home, so he took a shaky breathe and tried to converse with his great aunts friends, until the music started and he locked eyes with a pair of lively green eyes, and he had found exactly what he was a looking for. a fleeting purpose that could so easily slip between his finger tips but the thrill to latch onto it was expanding in his chest. and he realized that if he didn’t march right on over there and talk to this girl, he would’ve lost something he didn’t even knew he could lose.
- playing guitar had always been a little bit of a therapeutic thing, because even though he tried to be practicing their act every single minute of his day, there were times where he needed to sit under a tree with his son curled in his lap, his leather jacket draped on him. the love of his life and the afterlife curled up next to him, with his blistered fingers from dealing with ropes all day strumming the guitar.
-the biggest elvis presley, beatles and rat pack fan in the world. he also loves louis armstrong as well as nat king cole. (he grew up with this music as his first big introduction to north american music as well as culture.)
-open communication and emotions are a big thing for him, he never wants anything to be misinterpreted and he tries his hardest to make sure neither him nor mary ever go to sleep angry with one another. they argue a decent amount, bc they both have wild tempers (johns is a flame that’s difficult to light but once it does he’ll have a vicious tongue of a temper, and mary’s is a quick lighter that can be easily put out but for the time that it burns holy shit she’s scary,) but they always work things out by talking to one another at the dinner table.
-this man lives and breathes sarcasm, to the point where people never really know if he’s being sarcastic or not (mary does, and it annoys him to no end.)
-always playing with his hair, or he’s playing with mary’s or dick’s. it’s become a little of a nervous habit for him, but also a way to relax.
-was always insecure about how short and scrawny he was as a kid, even now once he’s filled into pure muscle and but still a little short compared to others. however, he uses his body to his advtange though, he can easily be the strong man of the act, and can easily balance both dick and mary with one hand. he’s immensely proud of that, and shows it off as much as he can.
-just to annoy mary, he’ll slowly lift his son up and they’ll give the exact same puppy dog eyes and pout. mary will legit do anything they want (he wasn’t ready for mary to come in one day, blinking her beautiful green eyes and pouting, with dick settled on her hip doing the exact same thing as they ask for chocolate pancakes one morning. it’s fair to say he sprinted out of bed and straight to the kitchen.)
-despises hunting for sport and guns, his father owned an array of hunting guns that were always proudly polished and hung on the walls of their trailer. john fucking hated it, and was about to blow a fuse when one of the circus members decided to take dick on a hunting trip without asking. (he held dick close that night as he cried bc he didn’t understand why they had shot the deer when it looked so happy.)
-is the absolutle biggest crybaby when it comes to Heidi (the book) and has rewatched Kiki’s Delivery Service with dick like 30 times? he cries every time ( “mARY SHES SO SAD OH MY GOD AND SHE DOESNT UNDERSTAND J I J I ANYMOREEEE.”) (“sEE GRANDFATHER DOES CARE AND THE SYMBOLISM MARY THE SYMBOLISM.”)
-loves looking up at the stars, and liked to memorize their names as well as patterns as a kid. he was overjoyed to share this with dick, as they lay down on the roof of their circus caravan, point out constellations and tell their stories (dick would always perch himself on the tallest skyscraper in gotham, on a clear summer evening, just to get a one glance at the stars at again before the smog rolls in. he swears he saw cassiopeia once, but maybe he was just wishing he did. )
-is equally stressed by dick’s unprecedented love of making friends with the most random things, is also stressed because his son is this tiny kid who keeps getting himself stuck in bushes then runs home, covered in thorns but still has the biggest smile. john is usually on first aid duty, and he just knows that his kid would run into the sun exploding with a bright smile plastered on his face.
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eponinemylove · 4 years
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aftg tattoo/flower shop au
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so it’s wymack’s parlor and he still technically runs it and everything but he’s tired most of the time and he lets kevin pretty much take over
kevin has almost no tattoos himself except one he got that he deeply regrets (in my mind it’s bc riko was his piece of shit ex boyf and pretty much made him get it, but however u want to imagine the backstory of this tattoo is up to you)
anyway he runs the shop with his dad. matt, renee, and seth all work there
andrew runs the flower shop around the corner (managed by betsy). he could not give less of a damn about the parlor tbh. he barely noticed it existed
he’s more of a piercings guy anyway but it’s not like he’s against tattoos
at least, he didn’t care about the parlor until him and renee became friends
i imagine they met at the flower shop when she came in and ordered some for allison. maybe they started seeing each other around more and more, and you know how andrew makes friends. he probably followed her to work one day and they went from there.
either way they’re besties and they work on the same block. so andrew goes in and out of the tattoo parlor fairly often to pick up renee or have lunch.
him and kevin obviously run into each other at some point, probably more often than not
at first they ignored each other’s presence but then andrew started to notice kevin
tattoo artist without (many) tattoos? interesting. he won’t talk about the tattoo he does have? very interesting. he flinched when someone dropped a glass of something and it shattered? now you have his attention
and of course kevin can’t help but notice the hot, 5-foot-nothing guy who comes in at least once a week to harass his patrons and distract his employees
both of which are definitely crimes andrew commits regularly around the parlor
andrew invites kevin out for drinks one night after they’ve been noticing each other for a while. it’s not flirtatious or romantic, but it does feel... weighted. kevin goes. renee and the others are there too, vaguely, but he still manages to end up spending most of the night alone with andrew
they talk. a lot. it’s really slow going because neither one of them particularly feels like talking, but they do. or they come to a mutual understanding at least
they have a weird relationship after that that none of kevin’s friends or andrews relatives can even pretend to understand, but you know what? whatever. they’re KevinAndAndrew
i don’t want to say they’re attached at the hip, but they totally are. anywhere kevin is, andrew follows, especially if kevin is drinking. and they’re not even nice to each other. that’s the confusing part for the others. just looking at them, you wouldn’t even think they were friends, much less maybe-kind of-dating?
so this goes on for a couple of months, and just when everyone thinks they’re getting used to it, neil comes in
literally no one was ready for him. he shows up at the tattoo parlor one day and just applies for a job. no resume, no interview. straight up walks up to the front desk and asks for a job
kevin wants to throw him on his ass but matt says the least they could do was interview the guy
(neil probably looks all kinds of a mess. not like insane or dirty, but just generally disheveled and exhausted and... neil. he looks like neil)
kevin still thinks this is a waste of time, but he lets neil show him what he’s got
no one was expecting neil, but they definitely weren’t expecting him to be so goddamn good
it’s hard to tell if he’s a natural or has actually had years of hardwork and practice, but he’s an amazing artist and he knows his way around a needle
so they hire him.
matt becomes quick friends with neil. seth and neil don’t get along, per se, but they’re almost the exact same brand of asshole so there is a sort of solidarity between them
renee obviously is nothing if not entirely pleasant to neil, but he still has issues trusting her
and kevin? well kevin kind of hates his newest hire
he complains to andrew about him nonstop. about how he’s stupidly talented and a complete bastard and gets along with people but in a chaotic sort of way that makes kevin anxious and annoyed and
kevin has a lot to say and andrew is more than inclined to listen
it’s a surprise to no one when andrew is in the parlor the next day, scoping out neil for himself
oh, and i should mention that neil has literally NO tattoos. not even one. (his mother would never allow something so easily recognizable)
neil barely notices andrew until he confronts him after his shift. i don’t know what he would say, but it would go pretty much like how their meeting went in the books, just probably without the racquet
a fight immediately breaks out that matt and kevin have to break up. renee knows better
yeah neil and andrew don’t get along
andrew is very interested though. so he does what andrew always does. he gets nosy. and personal. and mean
it takes him a surprisingly long time to find any information on neil. he thinks it might be a fake name and kevin assures him that it’s definitely likely, which helps exactly none.
eventually the only thing he manages to gather is that neil has one hell of a temper and could start a fight in an empty room. he also won’t take any shit from anyone, whether it’s from andrew or some random Karen screaming at one of his coworkers for giving her daughter a tattoo she didn’t approve of. he can and will tear someone to shreds, and as much as kevin hates it (“Neil that’s bad for business, you can’t verbally abuse the clients”), andrew is very amused
kevin secretly also really likes neil. it’s hard not to—he says everything kevin wouldn’t dream of and sees through all of kevin’s bullshit. also he’s ridiculously hot and incredibly good at his job, and there’s nothing kevin appreciates more than talent and competence
after, idk, a month? of getting nowhere to unraveling neil’s past, andrew invites him for drinks.
kevin is there of course and pre-approved the decision. matt comes along bc he doesn’t trust andrew in the slightest and he loves neil. renee is there to make sure no one actually gets murdered. seth just shows up bc he thinks something funny might happen, like another fight
not strictly relevant, but allison, dan, and nicky working at the bar/club they frequent??? a Concept.
andrew and kevin are both pretty surprised to find out that neil doesn’t drink. they try and “convince” him otherwise, but neil refuses and short of drugging him, there’s not really anything they can do
nothing really happens the first couple of hours. nicky flirts with neil a couple of times, neil doesn’t notice, the usual. things take a turn when neil spots kevin’s tattoo. other than that, the night was a bust
since this is an au, idgaf what’s in their past. reader interpretation, use ur imagination, go crazy. however, whatever kevin was involved with, neil was somehow tangled up in too. that part stays the same
he doesn’t mention it
he doesn’t mention it
he doesn’t mention it
and then, of course, he mentions it
it’s not on purpose or in anyway eloquent. they probably get into some sort of fight while closing up and it just slips out
there’s a moment of “oh shit”, the complete understanding that passes through the two of them
they don’t mention it
except they do, because andrew finds out
he and neil have a another “talk” bc yeah andrew might run the flower shop, but if neil brings trouble from kevin’s past back to him now, when he’s doing so much better, andrew can and will actually commit homicide
and that’s the start of their relationship!
well, no, not really. neil still takes a while to warm up to them, and a while longer to start feeling any sort of romantic attraction to them. and of course that’s after he realizes they’re even a couple, because trust me, with those two is always questionable whether or not they’re even friends. or acquaintances. or on speaking terms
also they have to eventually talk about everything. set boundaries, clear the air. neil gives them piece by piece looks into his past. it’s slow work, but it’s a little bit of trust given by someone who has never trusted anyone before.
yeah so anyways everyone thought KevinAndAndrew was confusing? well they don’t know what the fuck is going on with KevinAndAndrewAndNeil
what they do know is that kevin and neil do some of the best tattoos in the country. what they do know is that andrew and neil take smoke breaks together in the back alley, halfway between their two shops. what they do know is that andrew and kevin have adopted neil into their relationship and the three of them are so close-knit, it almost becomes impossible to find one away from the others at any given moment
what they do know is that at least twice a week, the short, blond, very scary flower-shop guy walks into a tattoo parlor and a 6-foot tall intimidating tattoo artist and 5’3 ginger with a sharp tongue and sharper attitude immediately stop what they’re doing and go meet him
that’s pretty much it. scary blonde who sells roses for a living falls for scary tattoo artist who doesn’t seem to believe in tattoos. both these idiots then fall for the (not at first glance) scary new guy who is obviously trouble, because this is a tatto/flower shop au, and everyone loves the broken badass with a heart of gold.
there’s something to be said here about the most intimidating and kick-ass power couple (throuple?) ever
also it’s funny bc based on appearances alone, everyone expects neil to run the flower shop, and kevin and andrew to do tattoos. boy are they in for a surprise though, because andrew knows every single flower you could ever think of sticking in a bouquet, and neil could operate a tattoo gun blindfolded
ALSO they all get matching tattoos at some point bc they’re idiots and in love and it probably has a whole crap ton of heartfelt meaning that i don’t want to explain bc i feel like i’ve rambled forever at this point and still said nothing significant
oh and neil 100% gives kevin a coverup, replacing his old tattoo with something else.
there’s all kinds of plants decorating the parlor courtesy of andrews shop, and neil and kevin design andrew’s logo
and betsy makes everyone flower crowns at some point. andrew refuses to acknowledge it i’m any way, but dutifully wears it regardless. neil wears it to work the entire day, and after hangs it in his office-thing. whatever tattoo parlors have. kevin straight up refuses to wear it but neil wears him down and he puts it on for like 20 minutes. there’s even pictures to prove it
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cfstvlla · 3 years
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STELLA MATTHEWS WASN’T USED TO CELEBRATING BIRTHDAYS EXTENSIVELY. of course, as a young girl, her mother did everything in her power to make the day as special as possible, but with a lack of funds in the bank account, it usually didn’t come with being surrounded by presents. for this reason, stella, as hard as she was on the outside, cherished any gift that someone put the thought into getting her, as it reminded her of her mother’s thought and detail put into each birthday growing up. 
[ sitting on the dining table is a freshly baked cake and in a wrapped box is an array of scented perfumes, makeup, and a brand-new shirt she caught Stella eyeing ]
Good morning and happy birthday, honey!
I asked Lucy to keep these and give them to you in the morning, so merry surprise on your special day and I have taken the liberty of putting together this cake for you that I hope you will enjoy! I asked Lucy to remind me of what you would like and we baked it together when you were at work, and I took it home and frosted it and returned it with my gifts here. A girl needs spicing up when she’s been through something, doesn’t she, and I thought that there’s no better way to kick ass and take names than to receive a plethora of these products that I had gotten in the mail and couldn’t see myself using!! They’re all Pat McGrath and Bath and Body, and the shirt… well, when we were in the mall, I happened to see you gazing at it in one of the high-end stores and returned to pick it out for you in your size. I think you’ll look absolutely adorable in it, so make sure to give it a lot of love, okay? You’re such a sweetheart and I want you to feel important on today of all days, and another year around the sun is something to be blessed with!
Lucy and I would love to take you out for dinner and drinks tonight, do you have plans or would you be interested? We can go anywhere you want, honey! Your pick, no worries about the cost. I’ll take care of the bill for all of us so we can have a great time and we’ll take you anywhere you want to go! I actually don’t have to get up early for work in the morning and I’ll be damned if I don’t show you a good ‘ol time down in Boston or even in the downtown!
You know we love you with all our hearts and it’s sooo fun to watch you play around with Diego whenever he’s with me. My son can be a killjoy and a little bit of a brat at times but I just know that he adores your presence and thinks that you’re so endlessly fascinating… My twins don’t think of much yet, but I’m positive that they’ll both enjoy having an aunt of sorts around to see them, too! Besides the ones they already have, that is!! We may not always share the same things in common but you’re one of my best friends a gal could ever have, and personally, I think we have the most fabulous girl squad that Salem has ever known.
You better eat all of this up!
See you soon, buttercup!
Ana. <3 // @bxllewvtch​ (tagging lucy @xchoilucybc relevance)
waking up groggily was a daily event for stella, as she rubbed her eyes and pulled herself out of bed for another day (somewhat against her will). it only took an hour of laying in bed, awake, before she decided she should actually move and continue to exist for another calendar day. it was her birthday, and while one would normally be excited for such an occasion, it was a bit sad to wake up alone, feeling as if you kind of don’t mean anything to anyone. however, when she opened her bedroom door and the dining table came into sight, a weird feeling, all warm, entered her chest at all the extravagant layout. picking up the note, the stoner had to bite her lip to stop the smile blooming on her face. girlfriends weren’t something stella had ever known before lucy and ana, as she rarely had friends other than cyrek and a couple drug dealers, really. maybe at one point she claimed to be ‘not like other girls,’ when she young and stupid, but the truth was she was just jealous of those girls and their friends. but now she had them. two friends she could rant to about relationships with, drink wine to romcoms with, talk about periods with, everything that a group of gals was supposed to do. and even if stella never said it aloud, she absolutely loved every bit of it. (a small voice pointed out that it was the first time she was able to do those things since isabelle was killed, but she tried not to think such things on her birthday). lucy and ana were fun, energetic, loving, hilarious, all the positive things stella wasn’t and yet, for some reason, they still kept her around and put up with her bullshit. and not only that, but they baked her a fucking cake on top of it all. she made a mental note she had to text the group chat later, confirming the plans for that night as god knew she didn’t have any other ones. (part of her was still foolish enough to think beau would show up at the last minute and sweep her off her feet for the evening.) but this was much better than sitting at home, wallowing in pity (and lonely intoxication). they’d spend the evening hyping her up, especially if she wore the shirt and used the makeup ana had gifted her, which she definitely would be. 
[ also sitting outside her apartment door is a vase with fake roses in it and a container of her favorite kind of muffins. a letter is attached ]
Bonjour…
Hello, Stella. Happiest of birthdays to you and I hope this will find you well and bring a bit of light into your eyes that has been a bit scuffed as of late. I would have bought real flowers, but I thought you might neglect to water them rather quickly and I suppose fake is better for that purpose… however, everyone deserves flowers on their birthday and when I think of you, I think of blue roses. The color blue reminds me of you. Blue roses mean that someone is extraordinarily unique and wonderful and that is how I have long thought of you since I was young and you lent a hand in my favor, even though you did not have to and nobody asked you to stick by my side through all the obstacles and difficulties. I am sure it must have been difficult to witness me in so many of them, when I became lost or overwhelmed… hallucinatory. Through it all, I remember who you are always, and that is the extent of how important you are to me, that my fickle brain can recall you when the darkest part does take over and threaten to destroy. You are always there, or at least, almost always, and you have been the shield I can depend on, and whilst Cyrek is always a phone call away, it is easier to turn to someone who hasn’t been ingrained to coddle me as if I were a small and defenseless child.
You treat me as an equal and that is all that I have ever wanted from another person, including my own spouse, and for that you have my ceaseless gratitude and in practice, it is only appropriate to celebrate your birthday, regardless of whether you want to. I hope that the sweets will bring delight to you if nothing else, and that you can enjoy these flowers to brighten up your room in the apartment. I have come to an understanding that perhaps, although you are not a typically happy-go-lucky person, the same as myself, you have been… astray, as of late.
I think that everyone goes through this turbulent query, of who they are and what purpose they serve, the internal battle of human quality that we must all face and at times, it is triggered by these events that we do not anticipate. I shall try to refrain from my philosophical rambles, however, I wish to express that in you, I have always observed a woman of great potential, for only fiery hearts with feisty tongues like yours and my brother’s could peddle through obstacles with the wrath of the sun to get what they want and plunder the earths and that power within you is greater than one could ever know. Finding your truest of inner strengths is empowering, and freeing. When you cannot see who you are in the dark, though, I am happy to be there to hold a light and to study it for you and hold the flame until you can carry your own.
What you are to me is immeasurable. And how I missed you so when you were not around, and when I did not hear from you. I know that I can be poorly with communication. But let us not lose contact like that again, oui?
I would like to stop by for coffee later, if you would have me. I was up late, hence this package finding you here. Give me a call.
Sincerely yours,
Orion. x // @dvggerwclf​
after using just about every product ana had presented her with, stella was feeling quite content and comfortable (and certainly smelling great), and decided to gift herself with a nice coffee from an actual cafe for her birthday (to go with her piece of cake for lunch). however, she didn’t expect to see an assortment on her doorstep. the blue flowers caught her attention first, reaching for the envelope left near them. the formal language let her knew who it was from right off the bat, and it was hard to describe how she felt that orion cared enough to gift her something. of course she knew he cared, but she also would never expect her friends to go so out of their way for something like her birthday. he was certainly right about the real flowers, as responsible wasn’t the best word for describing her. she hadn’t realized even orion had noticed the change in her general mood, for she hadn’t even mentioned recent events to him; she underestimated his attentiveness and her own unintentional signals. if anything, she was a bit...warmed that he paid such attention to her, especially when she knew he had other things to be concerned about. maybe it was just her inability to expect things from people, but the warm surprise really did bring a pure smile to her face. she wasn’t a flowers type of girl, but sometimes, every girl needed some flowers (even if they were artificial due to her own carelessness). however, it wasn’t until she got to line ‘what you are to me is immeasurable’ that gave her a sort of lump in her throat, seven words that she almost couldn’t believe, as she couldn’t see herself having such importance to someone, especially orion. she wasn’t very vocal, which meant her thanks wouldn’t be said aloud, but calling him for coffee, inviting him over, would hopefully say the thank you that didn’t come from her mouth. 
[ sitting outside of her apartment is a small package with her name on it. inside is an ’I <3 New York’ shirt and the pink vibrator Evren gave him on his birthday ]
Hey asshat,
You’re officially old as shit today and I know how much you hate being sentimental so I got you these.
Just kidding, look in the fucking envelope, asshole.
[ taped inside the envelope is a subscription card to Chocolate of the Month and a necklace with Winnie the Pooh on it ]
Okay, I’ll make myself sound like a pussy for a second, but hear me out. I know you’ve had it shitty since you came back and you’re in this dark, horrible fucking place that I’ve been to once and it seems like it’ll never fucking end and I’ll save you that wishy-washy bullshit because I can’t handle being optimistic and hopeful and shit but…
Hey, it’s pretty fucking cool we’ve been friends for thirteen years, huh? I’m a Friday the Thirteenth baby and now it’s on fucking thirteen. I guess you can say I’m all your bad fucking luck in your relationship in that case if you want and blame it on that. But it’s cool we’ve been around each other that long, you drive me fucking insane and sometimes I wanna strangle you.
I love you, though.
You were my first friend in Salem, and before that, I didn’t have friends. I gave up everything for my brother and my sisters and I don’t regret that but you were the first person I could talk to about all the shit in my head. I know you like being secretive and that shit, tough girl fuckery, and you don’t want anyone else to know what the Hell goes on in your head and I know that I’m not the same. Know you can always fucking talk to me. That’s all I want. I don’t give a shit what you say, I want to know how you’re doing, if you’re okay. Or if I need to drag you from Hell and pull you the fuck out like Meg in Hercules, but with less muscle ‘cause I’m the size of a fucking twig. Whatever you fucking think of yourself, I’ll always be here to slap you on the back of the head and tell you that’s not true and you’re better than that. I know you are, we just convince… ourselves of this shite by thinking we deserve it. But the true gobshite is living under fucking capitalism and that’s the real kicker. Seriously, I don’t know where the fuck I’d be without you. You’ve seen me almost die like, too many fucking times and I don’t know why but you still show up, even if I pull the same shit over and over again.
This is fucking depressing but look. Stella.
You’re one of the most amazing and big-hearted people I’ve ever met. Know you won’t ever say that, 'cause you can be a real asshole and so can I… you’ve always showed up no matter what when I needed you, and I can’t repay that. And being my first friend, my only friend that’s stuck with me all this time, you’re like… the Christopher Robin to my Winnie the Pooh or something. I was fucking obsessed with that when I was a kid. Before I had those responsibilities.
I’ll sound like a hypocrite. I always hope that one day you’ll see it, too. Nobody knows what they’re missing out on with you. Yeah, you’ve got your issues up to here, but so do I, and I’d walk a mile to see you smile when you feel like shit and Hell in a handbasket… I would have done anything for you when I found out what happened to Iz. I would do anything for you. My love for you runs so much deeper than family, or your average friend. I always think when I leave that people won’t notice. You’re always proving me wrong.
I’m taking Evie somewhere special for her birthday and I couldn’t be home today, I’m glad I made it the day before when we celebrate together. I made sure that Orion would deliver this for me, I don’t trust the fucking postal service to be on time… Eat lots of cake for me. I’ll see you Wednesday? Free Taco Bell on me.
Yours,
Cy. xoxo // @prxphcts​
PS. I may or may not have used that vibrator. But feel free to torch it for therapy! x
stella could only guess who the package and letter next to the flowers and muffins were from, and she believed she had a pretty good idea. opening the package to find a hot pink dildo and tourist shirt, her suspicions were pretty much confirmed. there was only one person who would gift her such things for her birthday, and she couldn’t blame him because she gave cyrek just as many gag gifts over the years. she knew he was away celebrating his own (and evren’s) birthdays, so she definitely didn’t expect anything after the day before, their usual day of celebrations. but cyrek was full of surprises, this one being another one. after the first few lines, she pulled the card and necklace from the envelope, chain of the jewelry wrapping around her thin fingers. reading the letter, she tried to pretend she was above all the sentimental and emotional shit, but the truth was, she needed to read it. and read it again and again, until one time she finally believed it. if one person in this world was going to tell stella the cold hard truth right to her face, it was cyrek, so she had no reason to believe his words were anything but genuine. he was that one constant, the fucking rock she could come back to no matter what was happening in her life (even when she was charged and behind bars, he was one of the couple people to fucking show up and let her know she wasn’t completely alone even when it felt like it with every single thing taken away from her). he spoke of her putting up with shit, but so much of what happened to cyrek wasn’t his fault in her eyes; it wasn’t her putting up with him, but rather helping him put up with the shit life threw at him. she’d like to think the same could be said for her, but many of the negative things in her life only happened due to her own poor choices, her own fucking stupidity. and even as she continued to make shitty choices, cyrek was there to help her through whatever mess she created for herself. she wasn’t sure she deserved such a loyal companion, but here he was regardless. neither of them seemed like the type to be the devoted best friend, and yet....they absolutely were, in their own fucked up way. as much shit as she gave cyrek at every moment possible, (and she did give him the maximum amount of shit possible) he handed it back with ease, while also letting her know she was never alone. their friendship was a rare but precious thing, something not many people could say they had such a close friend for so long, who practically grew up together. she’d have to send him a snarky text in gratitude, solidifying the offer of taco bell. as she read the added note that the end, her face grew a disgusted expression. something like that should have been expected from cyrek. nothing could stay too serious between the two of them. 
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pixiegrl · 4 years
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the pan scene from the muke tangled au (with luke's pov?) 🥰🥰
Em! I love how much you love the Tangled Muke verse! I had alot of fun writing this and trying to have Luke be tough (but he’s baby). Please enjoy this thing I write specficially for you and @calumsclifford​
Also its on ao3 bc thats who I am now: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26054014
When Luke got up this morning, he wasn’t expecting his day to take this kind of turn. It had started like any other day. He’d gotten up, made some food, played hide and seek with Petunia, painted on what little space he had left on his walls. Luke thought about cleaning, but considering he wasn’t leaving the tower anytime soon, it seemed unimportant.
And then there had been the matter of Mother. Luke had finally worked up enough courage to ask her about letting him go see the floating lights. It’s his twenty-first birthday in a few days and he figured that he was old enough to leave the tower and go see them. He knows they’re not for him exactly, but they always appear on his birthday. It always felt special and nice seeing them once a year on his day. A little part of him has always liked thinking that they were for him, a birthday gift from the world to him. Luke desperately wants to see them, at least once, in person. He wants to be able to touch them, to be a part of whatever celebration it is that is happening.
Mother had, of course, rejected the idea immediately. She’d gone on and on about how dangerous the world was, that it was dark and full of evil and danger, that Luke and his hair would be at risk if he left. She’d called him clumsy and ditzy, told him he wasn’t smart or savvy enough to survive on his own out in the world. She’d left him with the brush-off that he shouldn’t ever ask to leave again, for his own health and safety. She’d been mean and cruel, insulting him and then she’d just left.
Luke just wanted a hug. But it’s very hard to have a lizard give you a hug when you need it and it’s not like Mother was here to give him one. She’s never been here when he needed it, not when he’d broken his arm and cried for hours from the pain until he’d realized he could use his hair. Not when he gets sad and lonely, worried that she’s been gone for too long and she’s never coming back for him. Luke doesn’t know what he’d do if something happened to her. He can’t just leave the tower; he would have nowhere to go. If she never comes back after this argument, Luke’s not sure what will happen to him.
And then this...this man had shown up. Climbed in right through the window (which Luke’s not sure how he managed that) and landed at his feet practically. He hadn’t known what to do and on instinct, had hit the stranger with the only thing he could get his hands on, which happened to be a frying pan. He’s reasonably sure he hasn’t killed him, only knocked him unconscious. He’s laying facedown on the rug, the bag he was carrying splayed out next to him. Luke doesn’t think he’s that big a danger in this state. He doesn’t have pointy teeth or sharp claws. He doesn’t even look that mean.
Luke is busy examining him when he’s suddenly struck by an idea. If he can show this man to Mother, prove that he’s capable of taking care of himself, then maybe she’ll let him go see the lights! He scrambles to lift up the body and drag it over to the wardrobe he has. The man is heavier than he thought, but he manages to drag him across the room and successfully heave him into it. He slams the doors and props a chair under the knob to keep it closed.
“Petunia! Look what I did! I managed to take him down and trap him! Mother has to let me go now to see the lights, I mean look at what I just did. I’m not too weak to handle myself,” Luke whispers excitedly to his lizard. Petunia cocks her head to the side, nodding along with him.
“Oh! He had a bag! I should go hide that too.” He turns to grab the bag, noticing that the flap has fallen open. Curious, he peeks inside it. There’s a beautiful circlet of jewels. He slowly pulls it out, turning it over in his hands. 
“Petunia, what do you think this could be?” Luke whispers. It’s bigger than the ring he has. It’s too large to fit on his wrist and he doesn’t think it’s big enough to be a necklace. Carefully, Luke turns to the mirror and places it on his head. It shines in the light. He tilts his head to the side, letting the light from the window catch in the jewels. It glows slightly. He’s never seen anything so pretty before. He wonders who wears this kind of thing, what the purpose of it is. The stones in it are similar to the one in the center of his ring he notices. Maybe those kinds of things are common down where this man is from.
“Luke,” Mother calls from below the tower. Luke jumps, looking around frantically. He hadn’t expected her to come back so quickly. “Let down your hair,” She sing-songs.
“One moment Mother!” Luke calls, pulling the thing off his head and tossing it into a nearby vase for hiding. He kicks the bag off to the side and runs to the window. Now is the perfect chance for him to show her what he’s done. She’ll have to let him go now if he can show her what he’s managed to do on his own.
“Luke! I have a surprise for you!” She calls. 
Luke hooks his hair over the peg and throws it down, “I have one too!”
“I bet my surprise is bigger and better,” She sing-songs again as Luke pulls her up.
“I seriously doubt it,” Luke mumbles. He finally manages to pull her up enough that she’s able to sit at the ledge of the window and climb into the room.
“I brought back parsnips. I’m going to make hazelnut soup for dinner. It’s your favorite! Just for your birthday! Surprise!” Mother makes her way to the table he has, placing her basket on the table.
Luke frowns. He doesn’t like hazelnut soup. He prefers the squash soup she makes. Mother likes the hazelnut soup. She looks at him expectantly. 
“Well Mother, that’s nice and all, but I have something I want to tell you-”
“Luke, you know I hate leaving you after we’ve had a fight. Especially when I’ve done nothing wrong. But you just keep pushing and pushing after I’ve told you how worried I am for you to be out there, especially with how special your hair is. I only want to keep you safe you know,” She starts to pull everything out of the basket, going about preparing for dinner.  
“Well, I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said earlier-”
She sighs dramatically. “I hope you’re still not talking about the stars.”
“Floating lights. And I’m leading up to that.” Luke starts to make his way over the wardrobe. Her back is turned to him, so maybe this can be a surprise. He can finally prove that he is capable of taking care of himself, of going out into the world to see the floating lights for one night.
“Because I thought we dropped the issue sweetheart.”
“No ,Mother, I’m just saying you think I’m not strong enough to handle myself out there,” Luke says, making his way towards the wardrobe.
“Oh I know you’re not strong enough to handle yourself out there,” She says, glancing at him. There’s an air of finality to what she’s saying but he’s determined to show her what he’s done to prove himself to her.
“But if you would just-” Luke pleads, hand on the chair, ready to pull it out from under the door to show her the body he has.
“We’re done talking about this.”
“Trust me! I know what I’m-”
“Luke! Enough with the lights! You are not leaving this tower! Ever!” Mother yells, rounding on Luke. She looks angry, angrier than he has ever seen her. 
Luke shrinks back, filled with fear and dread. He pulls his hand off the chair. Maybe it’s better if he doesn’t show her what he’s done. Maybe if the man wakes up, he can bribe him to take him to where the floating lights are. Mother doesn’t have to know that he’s even left. He can convince her to leave him alone for a few days and be back before she knows it.
“Great, now I’m the bad guy,” She sighs heavily, looking at him expectantly.
“I was just going to say that you’re right. I would be safer here. I decided that what I wanted for my birthday is a new guitar,” Luke says carefully, evenly. He can’t give away his new idea, lest she know what he’s planning.
She glances up at him, “But you have one already.”
“The strings are old and worn down. And I’m out of strings to replace them with.”
“It will take me almost a week to get you a new one similar to what you have.”
“I just thought it would be a better idea than the stars,” Luke says, making a point to emphasize the word she’s been using. She perks up at that. “Maybe I could write a song for you with the new one.”
She sighs, coming over to Luke, holding her arms open. He quietly wraps his arms around her in a hug, which she half-heartedly returns.
“You’re sure you’ll be alright sweetheart?”
“I know I’m safe as long as I’m here,” he says. Mother kisses his hair, petting it fondly.
Luke bites his tongue all through dinner, preparing Mother a basket of food to take with her, and lowering her back down out of the tower and onto the ground. He waits until she’s completely out of sight, gives it an extra few beats in case she turns back. When he’s reasonably sure that she’s gone, he cautiously approaches the wardrobe with his frying pan and pulls the chair away. The body falls out. The man is still unconscious. Luke frowns. Well, that wasn’t part of the plan.
“What do I do?” He hisses to Petunia. She seems to shrug at him, before pointing at the chair. Oh! He can tie the man to the chair using all of his hair. He makes quick work of it, securely wrapping him up.
He steps back, proud of his handiwork. Now just to wake him up. He’s still pondering how to do it, when Petunia creeps up onto the man's shoulder and sticks her tongue into his ear. He screams, jolting awake with a cry. He looks down around himself, around the room, and then back up at Luke.
“Is this hair?”
“Hey! I ask the questions here!” Luke says, trying to make himself appear imposing. The man smirks. Luke draws himself up to his full height. The man just raises an eyebrow at him. “I know why you’re here and I’m not afraid of you!”
The man cocks his head to the side, a look of confusion on his face, “Let’s say for argument's sake that I don’t know what you’re talking about. What do you think I’m here for?”
“My hair. Mother warned me that people would try to come and take my hair from me. So what are you here for and how did you find me?”
“Well, I was just wandering through the forest on the run from some people when I came across your tower. Honestly, I thought it was empty and it seemed like a good place to hide. Didn’t expect to find a lovely young man such as yourself here.”
“Stop changing the subject. You have to have known about my hair!”
“What is so special about your hair? Just because it’s long? And where did you put my satchel anyway? If anyone has been wronged here, it’s me!”
“You broke into my home! I’ll keep your satchel until you tell me why you’re here!” Luke yells, pointing his frying pan at the man.
The man looks down, sighs and takes a deep breath. He looks up at Luke, smiling widely, “The name’s Michael. Michael Clifford. I’d shake your hand but, well. You have me tied up and all.”
“Shake my hand?”
“Yeah, it’s a thing people do. To greet one another? Jeez how long have you been up here; Princess?”
“Twenty-one years. This is my home, where else would I go?”
“Do you have anyone here with you?”
“Just Mother.”
Michael blinks at him. “Sounds fucking depressing.”
“It is...lonely sometimes. But I have Petunia here.” Luke lifts her up, grinning. Michael looks concerned.
“And do I get a name to go with your lovely face?”
“Luke. Just the one name. You really don’t want my hair?”
“Not particularly. The only thing I want to do is get out of it, take my satchel, and leave. People really want your hair that badly?”
Luke decides not to tell Michael about the magic in his hair. It’s better to keep it a secret. “Mother just tells me that. She says it’s why I have to stay up here.”
There’s a pause as Michael and Luke study each other. Luke’s not really sure what to make of Michael. He supposes he looks nice, but then again he’s never really seen someone else before. He’s got some kind of hoop in one of his ears though and some metal stuck in his eyebrow. He seems like a reasonable enough guide to take Luke to the floating lights.
“So can I take my satchel and go? I promise I won’t tell anyone about this place.”
“I have a deal to make with you.”
“I’m not giving you the satchel.”
“I want you to take me with you.”
“Come again?”
“Do you know where the floating lights are?”
“You mean the lantern thing the king and queen do for the lost prince?”
“I knew they weren’t stars!” Luke exclaims, clapping his hands.
“Focus. What do they have to do with this?”
“It’s my birthday in a few days. And every year on my birthday at night, they release these. I want you to take me to see them and then bring me back here. Safely. And then I will give you the satchel back.”
“The only problem with that is that I can’t exactly uh, go back to the kingdom. Sort of the people I’m running from.”
“Well that sounds like a you problem, Michael Clifford. If you want to get your satchel back, that’s my deal.”
Michael grins, “You’ve got some attitude, Princess. I’ll help get you to the lanterns and back safe and sound for my satchel.”
Luke cheers in happiness, clapping excitedly, “Oh will you really? Oh thank you so much! This is the best gift ever!”
“Alright, calm down. It’s just some lanterns, Princess. Tone down the happiness or I’ll leave you here anyway.”
Luke sticks his tongue out at him. Michael huffs out a laugh, rolling his eyes, “Alright, enough chit-chat, Luke. We’ve got a journey ahead of us if you want to get to the lanterns in time, so you’d better untie me.”
Luke smiles. This is the best gift he’s ever gotten. 
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imaginedanganronpa · 5 years
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HMmM how about the V3 boys having to do a footrace against their fem crush for whatever reason, but bc of their laid-back personality, everyone expects them to lose, but they’re?? So fast?? (Bonus if they look super cute in their track clothes) thanks so much and take your time!!
Thisis such a cute prompt, thank you! I hope you like it! 
V3 Boys Having a FootraceAgainst Their Fem!Crush Who Ends Up Winning!
Saihara Shuichi
He wasn’tentirely sure how he got sucked into this situation, but nevertheless here hewas. Saihara is, clearly, not the most athletic type and sports were never really his strong-suit, so he never would have intentionally landed himself in this.
Every year, Hope’s Peak holds a ‘sports day’ which was geared towards the athletic Ultimates, like Tenko for example, but anyone could participate and everyone was expected to participate, at least a little bit. 
Saihara wondered why they always associated it with the athletic students, when it was a cross-class event, but oh well; perhaps that’s not too important.
The bright side to sports day is that he gets to see you. Now, you were fairly laid-back so no one really expected sports to be your thing, either. You didn’t normally show off since you tried avoiding that kind of attention so no one really seemed to have any standards for you.
Plus, he thought you looked completely adorable in your track outfit, it was hard to not stare…
Ouma and Kaede knew all about Saihara’s feelings for you and have been pestering him to finally do something about it, which the Detective refused. So, once they saw their opportunity, they took it.
Teamwork was a big part of sports day and everyone was expected to work together. Kaede waved you over and mentioned that Saihara had yet to find a partner and asked if you’d join him, without ever consulting him first. This caused him to melt away into a flustering, bumbling, red-faced mess. Although she only wanted to put you two together, Ouma had more mischievous plans in mind.
“Hey, I know, you guys should race against each other!” He cheers gleefully, causing Saihara to furrow his brows and ask him, “Why would we do that?”
“Oh, c’mon Shuichi~! It’s sports day, this is what you’re supposed to do! Besides, you’ll have no problem beating her.” He leaned in and muttered that last part, pretending to hide it but purposefully saying it loud enough so that you could hear it, side-eyeing you the whole time.
Oh, now he’s done it. You immediately accepted the challenge and started to line up around the track. Ouma practically shoved Saihara forward, forcing him to follow you as Ouma giggled and gathered with the rest of his class. Kaede was crossing her arms since, if Saihara did win, you might think he was a show-off and then there was no way you’d team up with him anymore! What was Ouma thinking?
You could sense that everyone agreed with Ouma and leaned towards Saihara winning - Detectives and Police Officers have to maintain top shape, after all. He likely had to do this in training, so all bets were off.
Little did they know, you’ve never shown off your athletic skills. So, once the horn sounded, you bolted past Saihara without looking back.
His eyes widened and he slowed down, startled by your sudden energy. He did his best to keep up with you, but you were just… so fast, there’s no way he could possibly keep up! You left him in the dust without a second thought, causing everyone to watch in silence as he doubles your time.
After reaching the finish line long before Saihara, you stand there and brush yourself off with a smirk on your face. He lightly jogged towards you with a baffled expression. “I had no idea you were that fast, (Y/N)!” 
With a bit of a smug attitude, you shake his hand and ask him to be your partner for the remainder of the day. He agreed, as long as you gave him some track-tips and told him your secret.
Ouma Kokichi
Ouma was over-confident and cocky, and everyone knew it. His way of flirtingwas teasing you, so when he challenged you to a footrace it wasn’t verysurprising. You could immediately tell that he just wanted to show off andimpress you but he came across as a bit condescending.
You were just trying to have a peaceful P.E. class before Ouma came along to bother you, which is something he did very well. He subconsciously placed himself above others, and you were no exception, despite being his long-time crush.
Ouma was convinced that he would be able to smoke you in a race since he’s never actually seen you run before… by now, you were used to his antics and seemed unfazed by his remarks.
“Oh~ C’mon, (Y/N)! Are you scared? You know you can’t beat me!” Heegotistically mocked you in a childlike manner, whining and tugging on yoursleeve to lead you towards the track; typically, you’re a very laid-back personand yet, something about the way he went about this made your blood boil.
You wanted to prove him wrong, and you knew that you easily could. You knew Ouma liked you and that he was simplyteasing you, but you weren’t going to let him talk to you like that.
Plus, youfigured that everyone else was betting you would lose and felt like you had something to prove.
Between Ouma’s loud and persistent boasting about how great he was and yourrelaxed personality, he seemed like the likely winner. After all, you can’ttalk a big game and then not live up to expectations.
Both his class and yours gathered around the track to watch the race unfold. It wasa bit intimidating, especially because you weren’t too familiar with his classmates and you weren’t used to being the center of attention.
You had to take a break and excuse yourself to the Ladies’ Room before the raceso you could change, stretch, and gather your courage. 
After a few minutes, you finally walk out in your cute track outfit which wasform-fitting against your figure. Even Ouma couldn’t help but to drop his jawand stare at you in a wide-eyed expression.
“A super cute outfit like that isn’t going to stop me!” He exclaims ratherdefensively, insisting that this was your method of trying to catch himoff-guard and distract him. That wasn’t entirely your plan, but if it happened, it happened. You certainly wouldn’t complain.
Your Instructor served the purpose as the Timer. You and Ouma each took yourplaces beside one another and got into a running position. The Finish Line wasin sight and all you had to do was zone out his persistent teasing andjokes. 
On the count of three, you were both off. You lightly jogged beside Ouma for amoment, just to get his hopes up. He glances over his shoulder and lets out aloud laugh as he passes you, sticking his tongue out as he waves you goodbye and then turns his head to lookforward once again.
With a smirk, that’s when you actually give it some effort and sprint past himin no time. Ouma stopped dead in his tracks as soon as you bolt in front andtake the lead, watching as you kick up the dirt and make it to the end almostas fast as lightning.
Genuinely amazed by the feat, all he can do is stop running and watch you as you cross the Finish Line long before he could. He walked towards you with a stunned expression, speechless and blushing since he’s never been put in his place before.
Of course, Ouma accused you of cheating, but did so in a lighthearted manner which made you think he wasn’t being entirely serious. “Really though, how did you manage to do that?” He asks, his eyes sparkling.
You shrug your shoulders nonchalantly, “You’re the only person who thought I was slow.”
RantaroAmami
Rantaro was always the cool, relaxed guy in your small circle. He seemed to be smooth and suave with everyone, which he swore wasn’t because he was intentionally flirting.
You tagged along with a small group of your friends, including Rantaro, Kaito, Kaede and Maki. You were lingering around outside of Hope’s Peak after-school, simply talking about anything and everything.
Somehow, the topic of sports came up in conversation. Kaito was all over it. 
“None of us are really athletic,” Rantaro says in passing, which wasn’t inherently wrong. The only person who could be considered athletic was Maki. “Speak for yourself,” Kaito says defensively, which isn’t a surprise since he spends so much time training that the comment likely hurt his pride.
Rantaro simply shrugged in return and the Astronaut leaps up, “Well, I’ve never even seen you try! At least I put in the effort.” You roll your eyes at the boys’ bickering, while you and the other two girls exchanged glances that all said the same thing… typical boys.
That’s when everything started to spiral downhill. Eventually, Kaito challenged the other man to a footrace to prove himself, which only caused you to scoff. This drew their attention and caused him to retort, “What? Do you want to try it?”
Rantaro isn’tthat big on footraces but he got sucked into it just like you did, through Kaito’s pushy orders – that, and he knewthat Rantaro had a crush on you and had been desperately trying to get you twotogether so perhaps this was his way of forming a bond between the two of you.
Graciously, the green-haired man stands and extends his hand politely as he towers above you. “May I have this race?” He asks with a bit of a snicker. He was never the overconfident or cocky type, but maybe he felt like he had something to prove.
Taking his hand, you slowly stand and accept with a nod and a fierce grin that didn’t shake his confidence.
That’s the convoluted story of how you found yourself in this mess, excusing yourself to change since you weren’t about to run around the track in your regular clothes. 
When you walked out again, Rantaro’s eyes widened and a small grin formed on his lips. Your outfit was tight around your curves and flattered your body.
“Well, don’t you look cute?” Normally, this wouldn’t be a flirty comment had it been directed towards anyone else, but he’s had feelings for you for the longest time and knew exactly how to show them.
Both of you were pretty laid-back but there seemed to be a general agreement thatRantaro would win simply because his legs were longer, and he showed a bit more enthusiasm and less reluctance to the idea of a footrace.
Your three friends gathered to watch the race unfold and Kaede gave you the countdown. After she yelled, “Go!” the two of you both took off like lightning. Granted, you and Rantaro were tied for the first half of the race, but with a little bit of determination, you powered past him and made your way towards the finish line.
Your legs were on fire, but Kaito’s stunned face made it worth it.
And Rantaro couldn’t help but to smile as you pass by, wind sweeping past him in your wake as he watched you throw your arms above your head victoriously. He slowed down his own pace since he’d never be able to catch up to you now and calmly jogged towards you at the end.
It was a short race, but Rantaro clapped for you and bowed. “Huh, I didn’t know you were that fast, (Y/N).” A wide grin spreads across his lips as he embraces you in a congratulation-hug.
You never bragged about it before since you didn’t think it was a big deal, simply shrugging and brushing off your shoulder. “It’s really nothing special,” you say with a faint blush on your cheeks. 
“Nothing special?” Rantaro repeats, surprised, “(Y/N), there are so many special things about you.”
Kiibo
Kiibo has never experienced these kinds of feelings before, buthe’s almost certain that this is what love is. You could always tell that he has acrush on you since, let’s be honest, he makes it painfully obvious. 
He’s the one who suggests a footrace after watching Kaito and Maki, closely followed by Kaede and Saihara, participate in them. Kiibo always feels left out of P.E. and some other events that Hope’s Peak hosts because he isn’t like everyone else; he can’t do the same things since his systems might shut down.
But he’s always admired you, and found beauty in watching you lightly jog around the track, even though you often were a bit standoffish and kept to yourself. He thought that footraces were just a normal thing and didn’t put much thought into it before jumping straight into proposing the idea.
Kiibo just wants to impress you, and show you how worthy he is ofhandling your heart! He’s seen couples race before so that’s why he’s so determinedto win. Kiibo doesn’t realize that he may come across as cocky by challengingyou to a footrace, but you give him the benefit of the doubt since he doesn’t seem to have malicious intentions.
Unfortunately, he still doesn’t really know how to flirt likenormal humans do, so you assume that he just doesn’t know better.
With his extra settings, including a jet-pack sensor, he’s sure hecan beat you! Again, totally not realizing that this isn’t really how youflirt. But Kiibo was the clear choice since your classmates knew what he wascapable of and figured he’d simply use one of his high-speed functions to win.
You humor Kiibo, insisting that you have to change first, and disappear into the Girls’ Locker Room. You started to wonder how you’d possibly get the upper-hand when you were racing against an actual robot, but put enough faith into your own abilities before heading back out to the track.
By now, a crowd was beginning to gather since everyone was curious as to what he would do. As soon as he saw you in your outfit, he felt himself overheating. “Wow, (Y/N), you look… great.”
Kiibo nearly shuts down when he sees you walk out in your trackoutfit, his jaw dropping and his eyes his eyes turning into static for amoment… oops.
Everyone’s obviously rooting for the robot rather than thelaid-back girl who doesn’t really stand out – there’s a vast difference inqualities here. Plus, being a robot means he’s got to have something up his sleeve,right?
You get in a starting position and wait for the proctor to give you the countdown. After a few seconds, you takeoff out of the gates and start making your way down the winding track.
He restrains himself since he doesn’t want to cheat and use his functions to win, which he easily could do. However, you start to pass Kiibo by and give him a smile over your shoulder as you take the lead.
It takes him a moment to register that he was actually losing, realizing that he harshly underestimated you and going into a full-blown panic. He couldn’t just challenge you to a traditional race and then lose! That definitely wasn’t impressive to anyone…
But by the time the thought crossed his mind, you were already crossing the Finish Line, and the reality settled in: he lost, and you were victorious.
He’s blown away, and literally blown off his feet. Kiibo isstaring up at you, sitting on the ground in disbelief. You bend over and extend a hand outtowards him to help him off of the ground.
“You are amazing, (Y/N)!” He says as you help him back onto his feet. He thought that his skills alone could get him the win since he wasn’t going to cheat and use his unique abilities in a traditional race; he felt a bit shameful. But somehow, seeing your smiling face caused him to relax.
“That was fun!” You cheer and Kiibo nods, “we should do it again some time.” He nods frantically, determined to show you what he’s made of.
He insists that next time, you’re really going to have to try since he’ll pull out every trick in his book.
KaitoMomota
As much as Kaito likes sports and working out as a whole, he isn’t the most talented. He trains and pushes himself past his own limits, trying to perfect his own image. 
With that said, he’s also not great with girls either. You knew he had a crush on you solely because of the way he carried himself around you, because let’s be honest, he makes it quite obvious. But Kaito was a sweet guy and you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.
In his mind, challenging you to a race would be a way for him to show off to you! It never really crossed his mind that this may sound a little bit cocky or self-indulgent, he just wanted to show you how fast he’s become since he’s been working so hard lately.
Kaito has toshow off how much of a ‘real’ man he is! He’s been training and he won’t letthat go to waste! Maybe if you saw how great he was, then you would return the feelings.
Yeah! If he shows you how amazing he is, you’ll be falling all over him! Or, atleast, that’s the plan. Kaito overestimates his skills with the ladies and tends to overthink his advances, overexerting himself in the process.
You decide to humor him because, what’s the worst that could happen? He was always extremely kind and caring towards you so maybe this will be fun, right?
Admittedly, having your class surround the track was rather intimidating. Naturally, Kaito’s classmates rooted for him due to his overconfidence; that’s what really sent you into a competitive mood.
Since he boasted so much and could often be seen training and working out in Hope’s Peak’s courtyard, he put on the illusion that he must be really, really good at sports so of course they’d root for the person seemed to be the obvious victor. Something about that boasting didn’t sit well with you, though, and you wanted to prove them all wrong.
It was hard to not root for him and have a bias when you’re as loud as he is. People can’t brag that much and then crumble under pressure… or maybe he was just in over his head.
You walk out in your track outfit, sizing Kaito up and watching his jaw drop. You looked… amazing. But he wouldn’t let a cute track outfit distract him, so he shakes it off and gets down to business. “Good luck, (Y/N),” he says with a smirk as he assumes his position.
You simply nod in response and stretch as you get ready. After a few seconds of breathing, the instructor sounds the alarm that signals the commencement of the race and your legs start moving without you realizing it initially.
You jog slowly for a while, just to build his confidence. If he was going to brag, you had to give him a little moment, throw him a bone. Then, you suddenly fly by Kaito and leave him coughing in the dust.
“Holy shit!” He exclaims as he watches you take the lead. He quickly snaps out of the daze and regains his confidence, pushing himself forward and trying his best to catch up with you, but to no avail. 
You were just… too fast for him. He couldn’t even wrap his head around it: you were gone in an instant, and before Kaito could recover, you were already passing the Finish Line.
“When did you get to be so fast?” He asks, clearly amazed. You grin and shrug your shoulders, brushing past him smugly. “I don’t have to brag about it,” you say smugly with a playful smile.
Kaito becomes increasingly embarrassed, apologizing for his cockiness and insisting that he just wanted to impress you. Quickly, you hush him and place a finger over your lips. “I know, I know, don’t worry about it.” 
His defeat doesn’t stop him from insisting that you become his training partner, though! Honestly, you didn’t expect anything less from the Luminary of the Stars.
KorekiyoShinguuji
Now, thisboy isn’t incredibly athletic by any means – but he’s always up forlighthearted challenges here and there. Plus, he likes to impress his crushes and gets a kick from showing off in certain situations.
You were walking towards the track during P.E. which was the only thing you really felt comfortable doing, although you bite your tongue and hold back your full abilities.
Typically, you were reserved and laid-back, so no one really expected you to be as fond of the track as you were. You didn’t want to show off or bring attention to yourself, so you calmly walk around the curved path instead.
Korekiyo has never really given off a vibe that he might be good at sports. Generally speaking, he’ll calmly pace the track while listening to music nonchalantly, or read a book on the bleachers if he can get away with it. He doesn’t really participate in P.E. and your classmates never really had a chance to gauge his skills.
“Oh, Kiyo!” Angie calls for him, waving him over. You were standing near the Artist and overheard their whole conversation, “I bet you would be good at track! You have such long legs, Atua is telling me you should give it a try!” She gleefully tried to convince him to race her but he simply wasn’t buying into it.
You tried to not eavesdrop but it seems as though you couldn’t hide from Angie, who immediately caught wind of your amusement and whipped around to face you almost instinctively.
She noticed you listening to their conversation and waved at you, “(Y/N)! Would you like to race Kiyo, instead? I bet he would be more inclined to race you~!” As soon as she mentioned your name, a blush formed on Korekiyo’s face. He had a crush on you but was able to suppress it and hide his feelings, although you had your suspicions.
Her compliments send a egotistical wave through his body, and once he gets a burst of pride it’s hard for him to turn it down.
Korekiyo would undoubtedly be good at racing based on his physique so the odds don’t seem to be in your favor. He put his hair up in a long ponytail and stands at the Starting Line, patiently waiting for you to join him. Meanwhile, Angie gathered the rest of your class to watch the strange match-up between the two of you. It was quite… unexpected.
It wasn’t hard to tell that everyone was rooting for Korekiyo, though. You were both fairly relaxed and not the type of people to get into silly competitions, but based on appearances alone, he was an obvious choice to win. Sighing, you can’t hide forever and eventually join him at the Starting Line after changing into your actual track clothes.
“Hm,” he hums, “cute outfit, (Y/N).” You can tell he’s smiling under his mask as he admires you, but you shake it off as to not let it bother you.
Suddenly, Angie yells for you to go which signals the start of the footrace. You were both a little bit caught off-guard, but you start running without really thinking about it. Although Korekiyo does take several long strides that gives him a good distance, it takes no time for you to pass him up.
You looked so beautiful as you ran as well, a smile forming on your lips. You looked so natural and in your element that he couldn’t help but to admire you, since he’s never seen you so happy before.
Passing Korekiyo by, you glance at him over your shoulder and return his smile. After you finish, and badly beat him, he jogs up to you and didn’t appear to even break a sweat.
“Wow,” he says, breathing a little bit heavier than usual, “I knew you were remarkable, but you certainly exceeded my expectations, (Y/N).” He extends his hand to shake yours, which you promptly squeeze.
He was never a sore-loser and could accept when someone outdid him. Korekiyo beams at you, telling you that you were phenomenal and that, “It was a good race.” You nod in response and thank him for the kind words.
He was the real winner though, because the beautiful image of you smiling ahead of him, gracefully looking over your shoulder, was a memory he would carry with him for as long as he lived.
Gonta Gokuhara
Gonta has had a crush on you for the longest time but he isn’t thebest at expressing himself, often coming across as a little bit loud andarrogant. This is completely unintentional since this boy only has the purest intentions and a golden heart to match.
But he really wanted to find a way to impress you and show you that he has feelings for you, even though you already had a hunch anyway. Gonta has never confessed his romantic feelings for someone before since this isn’t a feeling he gets very often, so he confided in some of his closest friends to help.
And some were more helpful than others, to say the least…
Ouma is the one who originally encouraged him to challenge you to a footrace and ‘show her what you’re made of!’ 
It didn’t help that Kaito overheard the conversation and jumped in by saying that girls love it when guys can show off for them.
Well, neither of them have the best luck with the ladies, so Gonta probably shouldn’t have taken their advice in the fist place.
“Show off… how?” Gonta asked, quizzically. Ironically, your classes were both near the exit that lead to the track outside of Hope’s Peak. Ouma’s the one who made the suggestion to race you, and it seemed like a great idea! These were his friends after all, who totally wouldn’t set him up!
He was raised by wolves, and everyone knew how strong he was – he seemed like a very obvious choice, while you were the clear underdog. But you rarely showed off your athletic side since you were known to have a very laid-back personality.
After he challenges you to a race, you decide to humor him because you knew how sweet Gonta was andhe’s always been such a gentleman towards you, so graciously accept his offer. He becomes giddy with excitement at the thought of finally proving himself to you! He was fast so this should be a walk in the park!
Your classes and some of the Hope’s Peak staff gathered around the track. You waited for a moment before coming out in your cute track outfit, causing Gonta to blush; it distracted him and caused his natural instincts to flare, but he quickly collected himself again.
He definitely wouldn’t be a pushover and he was in this to win it. He thought that by doing this, he would win you over so there was no way Gonta would give in too easily. You could feel the pressure weighing against you since this was Gonta after all, you knew what he was capable of but shook off your worries. 
The horn sounded and caught you off-guard which gave him the easy lead and caused you to fall behind, but once you started running, you soon tied him. You were neck and neck for awhile, but you eventually broke out in front of him which caused Gonta to gasp.
Once you pass him, he starts working even harder but just can’t seem to catch up to you, no matter how hard he tried. You were too fast, even for him, which shocked not only Gonta but the entire audience as well.
Everyone was stunned when you came in First Place, leaving the larger man far behind. You weren’t the Ultimate Track Star, but you might as well be! You managed to come out on top even with the odds stacked against you.
Gonta approached you with a disappointed expression, but he still offered you a warm smile. “(Y/N) is amazing!” He cheers, but soon wipes the grin off of his face, “Gonta just wanted to impress (Y/N)…”
He scratches the back of his head, as you stand on your tip-toes and lift his chin with your forefinger. “You were just as amazing, Gonta, I promise.” This caused him to smile brightly, his face lighting up and nodding in approval. 
“Thank you, (Y/N)!” He then asks for a rematch, and when you agreed and shook hands, he promised to try even harder next time.
RyomaHoshi
Despite what you may think, he isn’t the best with ladies. Although Ryoma can recognize his feelings for you, he never really knows what to do with them and expresses them in very peculiar ways.
Both of you had fairly laid-back personalities: you were both extremely reserved and kept to yourselves. Ryoma doesn’t like showing off or being the center of attention so he tends to stray away from the pack during P.E.
Today simply wouldn’t cut it, though. All of the students at Hope’s Peak had to submit physicals and timing your races around the track were a part of it, and everyone seemed to be even more competitive than normal on marathon days.
Still, Ryoma wouldn’t rush through it. He took his sweet time, walking around the track with his head in the clouds. He would speak if spoken to, trying to keep up a conversation between his peers, but he didn’t take the marathon too seriously. He didn’t see a reason to stress over this sort of thing, after all.
Tenko catches up to Ryoma, dragging Himiko behind her. Tenko was one of the people who took this physical very seriously, whilst Himiko was more like Ryoma… she couldn’t care less, and seemed annoyed by the other girl forcing her to run.
“Hey, Ryoma!” Tenko’s loud voice echos and catches his attention, “why aren’t you trying?” She had a sour tone that he could sense immediately. Shrugging his shoulders, he didn’t really have an answer. “I don’t see a point in all of this.”
She gasped, seemingly appalled and unhappy with that response. You were lingering not too far from where this was happening, overhearing the commotion and feeling impartial to siding with Ryoma in this case. “Why not? Exercise is good for the soul!”
He glances at your classmate and shakes his head, “I’ll just mind my own business, thanks.” His blunt attitude caused you to giggle, which brought a blush onto his face. He didn’t notice you walking behind him before and now regretted being to nasty towards Tenko, not wanting to disrupt his appearance in front of you.
Suddenly, she turned towards you. “What? You don’t put in effort, either, (Y/N)!” She did have a point, but that’s when a bright idea popped in her head. “I know what’ll light a fire in you two! A good, old-fashioned competition!” Judging by her tone, you weren’t interested.
And yet, somehow, Tenko roped you two into this mess. She backed you into a corner where you felt like you couldn’t say no and brought your teacher’s attention to your little group, who agreed that you and Ryoma should be putting in more effort.
So, he hesitantly agreed which caused you to fall in line as well. The general consensus was that Ryoma would win, simply because he was more vocal about his abilities and he was faster to jump onto the bandwagon, where you had to be convinced to participate. He was an athlete who extensively trained in tennis, while you were simply the quiet, laid-back girl who often faded away in the back of the room.
You lined up at the start of the track and took your positions, glancing at him in the corner of your eye. He stared at you and mouthed a, “Good luck,” before your instructor signaled for you to start.
You both take off at the same time, but you took the lead from the very beginning. Ryoma had never seen you run before, so he wasn’t expecting that! He watched as you zoomed past ahead of him, so far that he wouldn’t possibly be able to recover. Maybe he was the one who needed the good luck after all!
He was so stunned and doubled your time, even though he never slowed down. He met you at the Finish Line long after you were done, and you were fixing your hair and dusting yourself off.
“Wow, (Y/N), I didn’t know you could run.” Ryoma says, genuinely amazed. You simply brush him off and insist that it was nothing, but he wasn’t convinced. He saw something special about you when you ran and could tell that it was something you were passionate about.
“That was a good match,” he says, blushing as he shakes your hand.
- Mod Rantaro
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My Lucky Day
For @pillarspromptsweekly fill 97. My Roll for It elements: Edér, modern AU, and meet-cute bc I wouldn’t be me if I passed up the chance to write an Ederity meet-cute. :D
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Normally the two o’clock hour was the most boring part of Charity’s shift. Most people were either still at work or just starting to commute home, Not many chose that time slot to pursue pet adoption(or even just looking). Normally at this point she’d be folding scrap paper footballs and seeing how far she could flick them down the counter, or finding an excuse to play with or love on one of the animals the shelter housed.
But not today. Today someone hadn’t properly latched one of the kennels and a certain hyperactive yellow lab had gleefully seized the opportunity to escape. Thus, Charity’s two o’clock hour so far had been spent chasing down chaos incarnate, trying to minimize the mess he made and not having much luck. Of course he fishtailed around a corner, his tail wagging so ferociously it knocked supplies off the shelf. Of course Xoti had forgotten to lock the dog door(again), and he bolted into the yard--straight for the mud puddle in the back corner. Of course she missed trying to grab him on the way back in and wound up chasing a trail of mud all through the shelter. (Thank Eothas the door between the shelter and clinic was too heavy for a year old lab to push open on his own.) She finally cornered the dog in a dead end hallway and bribed him with treats until he was close enough to collar.
“Bad dog,” she scolded, heart not fully in it despite the work ahead of her cleaning up. “You made quite the mess.”
He looked up at her, gave a whining bark, and planted muddy paws against her thigh to put him in better range for head pets.
“Sunny, down,” Charity said, gentle but firm. That was something they were trying to train out of him before he was adopted. “C’mon, you need a bath now.”
She’d swear Sunny’s ears pricked up at the word bath. This dog loved water beyond even his breed’s usual affinity for it. She could almost believe he’d gotten muddy for the express purpose of getting a bath. Charity was less thrilled at how soaked she was about to wind up, but as the one who caught the dog(and the one with no plans after work, which meant it was okay if she went home smelling like wet fur), the duty would fall to her anyway. She might as well get it over with.
It proved every bit the ordeal she was anticipating, but she did get Sunny clean. Still very much the curious puppy--even though they’d walked this hallway a dozen times and she was pretty sure there were no new smells--he pulled every which way as they walked back toward the kennels.
“We really gotta train you, or you’re gonna scare people off,” Chariy muttered, letting go of the leash with one hand to brush damp straggles of hair back toward the sad remains of her ponytail.
Of course Sunny picked that moment to hear something ‘interesting’ and veer sharply toward the door between shelter and clinic. Sharply enough to yank the leash out of her hand.
Not again! she groused to herself as she lunged after him. “Sunny! Sunny, sit!”
Sunny did not sit. Because the door opened from the clinic side and a new person walked in, and what friendly, energetic dog worth his whiskers could resist saying hello to a new friend?
And so roughly fifty pounds of still-damp yellow lab pushed off the floor and slammed into their visitor in the same moment Charity skidded to a mortified halt. Even if he looked well-built enough to take it, this was so not the impression they wanted to give people.
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Edér would have been lying if he said he expected his day to include being tackled by a friendly dog. He’d also be lying to say he minded, though it did catch him off-guard.
“I’m so sorry!” a voice gasped from above and to his right--probably the woman he’d briefly glimpsed before being tackled. 
“S’alright,” Edér managed around the enthusiastic tongue bath he was receiving. He brought one hand up to scratch the side of the dog’s face, which earned him a reprieve as the lab leaned into the attention with a pleased groan. “Always nice to make a new friend.”
He looked up just in time to catch her relieved smile. “Must be my lucky day.” Her ears went redder than her hair. “’Cause you’re clearly an animal lover, I mean, not for any other...” She cleared her throat, one hand tugging the end of her frazzled ponytail. “I’m gonna stop talkin’ now.”
“Actually, if you work here, I was lookin’ for some help,” Edér said, starting the reluctant process of scooting out from under the dog.
“Oh, sure,” the redhead nodded as she bent to grab the free end of the leash and started tugging the dog off him. “I’m Charity, by the way. And this fella’s Sunny, both in name and nature.”
“Fittin’,” he chuckled as he got to his feet. He held out his hand to shake. “Edér.”
Charity shook his hand, grip firmer than he expected. “And what can I help you with, Edér?”
“Pickin’ somethin’ up for a friend; antibiotics for her liz- uh, bearded dragon.” He rolled his eyes sheepishly. “She don’t like it when I call ‘im a lizard.”
Charity laughed. “Lotta people with beardies feel that way.” Her brow furrowed.  “Wasn’t there someone at the clinic desk?”
Edér shook his head. “Naw. There s’pposed t’ be?”
“Yeah,” she said with a sigh. “Same person who was s’pposed to lock all the kennels and the dog door out to the yard. I’m tryin’ to give her some time, ‘cause she’s new, but if she doesn’t get a lot less flighty real quick...” She shook her head and tugged the leash. “That’s not important, though. Let’s get you taken care of, then I’ll get Sunny squared away.”
“I can wait if you wanna do that first,” he offered, slipping his hands in his pockets. He wasn’t in any particular hurry.
“No, it’s okay,” Charity said quickly. “If you’re just pickin’ something up it shouldn’t take long.” Both of them looked down as Sunny bumped his nose against Edér’s knee. “‘Sides, he likes you, if I take him away now, he’ll pout the rest of the day an’ that’s no fun.”
“Alright, then, if you don’t mind...” Edér shrugged, which made her smile. It was a good smile. He pushed open the swinging door back to the clinic. “After you.”
-o-
Charity bit back the temptation to make some corny comment about him being a gentleman and simply nodded her thanks as she headed through the doorway. She could feel a fresh wave of blush rising to color her ears--and probably the back of her neck--even so. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. Maybe if he did she could pass off her embarrassment as due to Sunny’s behavior, not the number of times she’d successfully stuck her foot in her mouth in front of one of the more attractive men she’d met in her life. If the ‘lucky day’ comment wasn’t bad enough, the speed with which she’d insisted on helping Edér before she re-kenneled Sunny had done no favors. 
Just as he’d said, there was no sign of Xoti behind the clinic counter, even though her shift went til four. She hadn’t even left a note this time.
Charity pushed aside the embarrassment--and grumbling thoughts toward her coworker--and flashed Edér another smile as she stepped around the counter.  “So, what’re you pickin’ up?” She closed the waist-high door and slipped the leash around the handle so she had both hands free and Sunny was still semi-corralled.
“Antibiotics,” he reminded her, leaning against the counter with a crooked smile of his own.
She wanted to smack herself; he’d already told her that. “Right, right. Name?”
He cocked his head. “Would it be under the pet or the owner?”
“Owner.”
“That does make sense. Illani. Tavi Illani.”
The name rang a bell. “Oh, yeah. Dragon’s Quaro, right?” Charity asked as she started thumbing through the filled prescriptions. “She had him in a couple days ago and Doc Drake had to back order the meds.” Illani, there you are. She tugged out the small, crinkly bag and set it on the counter. “Here we go. And Dr. Drake is sorry for the delay and hopes Quaro feels better soon.” 
Edér raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
“Technically she didn’t tell me that, but” --Charity shrugged-- “ain’t hard math to figure out she would.” She played with the patient information tag stapled to the prescription to give her hands something to do. Which worked for all of five seconds before she happened to read the address. “Wait, wait, wait. Tavi lives in Yenwood?! Don’t they have any vets down there?”
Edér laughed. “None who--to quote her--’know a solitary fuckin’ thing’ about bearded dragons.” He leaned closer and whispered almost conspiratorially “I think she’s just tryin’ to justify drivin’ an hour each way to bring him to the same vet she’s used since he was this big.” He held up his thumb and index finger three or four inches apart. 
Charity giggled. “No shame in that; lotsa people try to stick with the same vet, for the sense of familiarity. ‘Specially if their pet likes that vet.” She braced her elbow against the counter and rested her chin in her hand. “”What about you? Assumin’ you also live in Yenwood, this is some favor. You two must be real good friends.”
Subtle, Char, a little voice in her head said dryly. Just ask the man if he’s single and get it over with.
“She’s one of my best,” he confirmed with another crooked smile. Sweet Eothas, it wasn’t fair. “But I was comin’ this way for work, so it ain’t that much much of an inconvenience. Speakin’ of...” He glanced at the wall clock. “I need to get goin’. Ain’t in a rush, exactly, but probably shouldn’t dawdle.”
She grinned. “Or the boss man’ll chew ya out?” 
“Nah, that ain’t a risk,” Edér shook his head, still smiling. “‘Cause you’re lookin’ at him. Still wanna make a good impression an’ keep customers happy, so...” He picked up the prescription and tapped the bag against the counter. “You need anything from me?”
Your phone number. Charity just barely swallowed the wards before they tumbled out her mouth. “Uh, no, it looks like, um, Tavi prepaid for it when she had Quaro in. So we’re good.”
Sunny pawed her leg and whined.
Charity patted the dog’s head to settle him. “And let me apologize again for this goober. He’s just over-eager to meet new people.”
Edér leaned across the counter to scratch Sunny’s ears. “No harm done. Like I said, always nice to make a new friend.” He met her gaze and winked. “Or two.”
Was she blushing? She had to be blushing. “Always happy to meet a fellow animal lover.”
He laughed. “Thanks for the help, Charity.”
“You are very welcome, Edér,” she laughed back. “Have a good day.”
He nodded as he straightened. “You, too.”
Charity watched him go, tried to read the writing on the door of his truck(purely general curiosity, definitely not looking for a phone number), but he’d parked too far away. She looked down at Sunny, who met her gaze and panted happily.  “Alright, your turn. Let’s get you back where you belong.”
Xoti picked that moment to get back from... wherever she’d been. At least she had the decency to wince when she saw Charity doing her job. “Sorry, Char.”
“What was it this time?” Charity asked, fixing her ponytail before she wrapped the leash around her hand to keep Sunny close.
“Door on the Ladies got stuck again,” Xoti said, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. “Doc really needs t’ fix that.”
“Leave a note on her desk, I’m sure she’ll bump it up the list,” Charity said. She tugged Sunny’s leash as she swung open the half-door to head back toward the shelter side. “Hell, if it’s real bad, maybe she’ll call someone soon as she gets back.”
“Kay.” Xoti hesitated, bit her lip. “There weren’t any trouble, was there? ‘Cause I really didn’t expect that to take more’n a minute or I’da let you know.”
Charity smiled to herself as she glanced toward the paring lot--empty now, of course. “Nope. No trouble at all.”
The clock read 3:05 as she led Sunny back to his kennel. She tried to convince herself the smile she wasn’t trying all that hard to fight was relief for the non-boring two o’clock hour for once. Given that she couldn’t stop picturing blond hair and blue eyes that crinkled at the corners when he smiled, it didn’t really work.
Her lucky day, indeed.
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ssghoulhaise · 6 years
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mini-fic bc hide’s origin story made me sad™
Hide stands by an open grave, his black suit swallowing him whole.
The preparations had been hasty.
His death was almost insultingly mundane—a skirmish with a B-rated ghoul, late one night and with no back-up to be had.
Not even a big operation.
His father merely walked out the door that afternoon with a casual “be back later.” Hide hadn’t even bothered looking up from the book he was browsing.
And just like that, he was gone forever.
However, he was far from the first CCG investigator to die on the clock. There was protocol to be followed. There were formalities to be addressed.
Father and son lived alone. Their apartment was small, clean, and unlived in. It was just a place to sleep: his father spent the bulk of his days in the CCG quarters, and Hide killed time wandering the streets.
When the movers came, they fit all of the familial possessions in 4 measly cardboard boxes.
The house cleared and the boy retrieved, the next matter of business was the funeral.
He’s sitting on the dorm bed, dully gazing out the window at passers-by, when they enter the room.
Place something black and heavy on his bed.
Tell him to put it on, and be ready in 15 minutes.
He’s struggling with the tie as he steps into the hallway, tongue sticking from the side of his mouth as his small fingers fumble.
Heavy polished shoes make their way over and practiced fingers do the loops for him. The man says nothing as he gives the final tug, as he smooths Hide’s collar down.
This is just one orphan in a million. They blend together, after a certain point.
Regardless, Hide offers a smile up at the officer as thanks, running a hand down his tie front and looking himself over.
His father taught him what a good suit looked like, and this one is far too big. He didn’t have one already and they didn’t bother measuring.
His shoulders droop and the bottom of his pants pool at his feet. The tie goes past his belt line. The sleeves hide his fingers.
But there are no more adjustments to be had. The officers usher him down the stairs and into the car, and suddenly they’re there.
So as he stands at his father’s graveside, listening to some higher up say something generic about courage, he can’t help but shift awkwardly within his too-big suit, trying to even it out on his shoulders.
He wants to be mad.
Mad that they couldn’t just get him a suit that fits, one that wouldn’t distract him from his father’s rites.
He wants to be sad.
Sad that his father is no longer here, sad that this is his new life. Sad enough to leak tears, sad enough to sob like he knows he’s supposed to.
But these emotions don’t come easily to Hide. He’s hardly ever felt them before—he was too young to remember his mother, so this degree of loss is foreign.
The pain swirls beneath his skin, churning his stomach and squeezing his throat but not strong enough to manifest on the surface.
So he shows his emotions the only way he knows how.
He stands still, save for the occasional suit adjustment as he tries to fit himself into the new life the CCG is going to make for him, after taking his old one away.
X
They ask him if he wants to be adopted.
Not all children do. For some of them, the pain is too fresh, the memory is too clear. Shrugging off their old parents for a new one so quickly seems like an insult.
These are the kids that go into the Academy. The ones that live for the CCG alone, and ultimately die for it.
Hide doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want this to be a cycle. He doesn’t want to marry some nice receptionist, to have a kid and to leave them to the same fate.
So he agrees. New parents, please.
(Sorry, Dad.)
It takes a year or so to work out the details.
A year of wandering the dim, empty halls.
A year of meeting other kids—kids just like him—and trying to make this temporary home less of a morgue.
A year of learning how to make others smile.
He becomes more familiar with loss and its effects than he’d ever thought he’d be.
There’s the girl next door who shrieks herself awake every night. When Hide brings it up, she pretends she doesn’t know what he’s talking about. But he can see it in the bruised purple under her eyes and the pallor of her face.
She likes knock knock jokes and badly singing along to pop songs—it’s the only time Hide sees her smile crinkle her eyes.
There’s a boy, down the hall to the left, who spends his time leaning against the wall, gazing at his feet. He doesn’t look up when Hide first addresses him.
So Hide just talks to him—about what he’d seen out the window that morning, about a new show he’d seen on TV, about everything and nothing.
There’s no indication that he’s listening, until one particularly short conversation when Hide turns to leave and a hand hooks itself into the hem of his shirt.
“Please don’t go,” a small voice murmurs.
So Hide sits down with a smile, launching back into the book he’d been recounting.
There are some twins, two right turns and a left away, that refuse to let go of each other. They hold hands, they link pinkies, they hug. They never stop touching.
Hide coerces them to join him in the playroom—he’s wanted to try this new video game for so long, and he needs a couple people to play with him.
And he watches as they relax their grip on each other ever so slightly, as they settle for leaning instead as their hands dance across the gaming controls.
Hide becomes an expert at befriending those who have lost. At making them forget the fresh hole torn in their lives.
And somehow, it makes him forget, too.
His purpose in life becomes making others smile. In easing their pain, and his own.
He refuses to let the sterile white walls and thick quiet of the orphan dorms suffocate him. He refuses to lose himself, as well as his father.
He serves as an escape, a ray of sunshine in a bleak environment. Hide has a purpose.
And then, 13 months later, the paperwork is done. He has a new home.
He steps outside the chain link fence of the dorm and the sun has never felt so warm, the air has never felt so crisp.
But even as he walks away, he spares a glance over his shoulder and tells himself to never forget.
That even if no one else remembers these orphans, at least he will.
X
He has two fathers, now.
They greet him at the front door to their small, yellow house, with a neatly trimmed lawn and a line of flowers under the windows.
It feels like a weight is lifted off his shoulders, the second he’s handed off from the black suit officer to the color-clad couple.
One of them gingerly places a hand on his back and it feels so good, so paternal, he could cry.
He hasn’t forgotten his father. A year has worn the jagged edges of his loss down, but the dull ache still lingers.
But he sees his father in this new couple.
He sees him in the square frames of one of their glasses.
He sees him in the innocent dad humor of the other man, in the sly grin as his husband bats his shoulder.
He sees him in the way they ask him what he’s reading, what he’s watching, what he’s doing.
He misses his father. But these two are the next best thing.
And, unlike his father, they’re present.
They’re unaffiliated with the CCG: one is a teacher, the other a real estate agent. He can always find one of them around the house.
Even though they just met him, they already care about him. So, so much.
They ask what they can do to personalize his room. Take him to a department store—let him pick clothes, let him choose posters. They paint his walls in vibrant yellows and line his shelves with CDs.
It’s been a while since Hide felt himself in his room. Been a while since he dressed like himself. Been a while since an adult genuinely smiled at him.
Life settles into a happier rhythm. He almost forgets the past year and where he came from.
And after two weeks, they tell him that he’s going to school.
The opportunity to meet new kids—kids in the outside world—is exciting beyond belief. He picks out an outfit, stuffs his new backpack with notebooks, and thinks of all the conversations he’s going to have.
He waltzes into the classroom that autumn day, grinning from ear to ear.
But the kids aren’t quite as receptive as he’d hoped. School has been in session for a month, and they already have their friends.
Recess comes around and a mass of kids flocks to the field, kicking a soccer ball around.
But Hide lingers. He watches them play for a moment, then scans the rest of the area for his first target.
And then he spots him.
A dark-haired boy, seated on the hill leading down from the school. He sits alone, intently staring at the thick book in his hands. His clothes are bland and his face is drawn in a way that Hide has only seen back in the orphan dorms.
Hide knows why he’s sitting alone. He can feel it.
Loss hangs around this boy like a gray cloud. It radiates outwards, it darkens the air around him. It’s the reason for the slump of his shoulders, for the downward tilt of his head.
He’s been forgotten. Hidden by the loss wrapped around him.
Well, that decides it. Target number one.
So Hide works up a smile—the one he’s practiced for a year—and walks over to the boy.
“Hey!” he shouts, beaming as he climbs the hill. “Whatcha reading there?”
The boy startles, dropping the book in his lap and hands forming a barrier. When he spots Hide, his hands lower and arms cross in front of him, shoulders scrunched.
“Um. Some poetry,” he stammers, his voice weak with disuse.
“That book looks huge! How long have you been working on it?”
“Like… uh,” the boy trails off, picking the book off his lap and leafing through to try to find his place. He dog-ears the page almost daintily, then looks back up. “Maybe two days?”
“Whoa! You read fast!” Hide exclaims, coming to sink down next to him. “My name is Hide, by the way. What’s yours?”
The boy blinks, like the question is foreign to him. “My name is Kaneki. Kaneki Ken.”
“Nice to meet you, Kaneki! Now I have a weird question for you.”
“...Yes?”
“I’m new in town, so I don’t have any friends,” Hide admits, glancing down at the other kids frolicking on the field and then back at the boy beside him.
Kaneki follows his gaze, taking a moment longer to meet Hide’s eyes again.
“So, Kaneki: can you be my friend?”
The question is blunt and unexpected; Kaneki leans back for a moment, staring at Hide as if waiting for him to yell, “sike!”
But Hide doesn’t.
He just stares back at Kaneki, his smile never faltering.
And slowly, the corners of Kaneki’s mouth rise.
“Yeah,” Kaneki agrees. “I’d like that.”
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⭐star⭐ waffle at me about your favourite lines youve written
ohhh friend you have opened a pandoras box and i hope you are ready also thank you aha
so i started…….. picking some lines and made the Executive Decision to just do one fic because i was planning on doing a couple from a handful of fics but turns out im far too prone to waffling about this kind of stuff because i love picking things apart and figuring out why they work because i love fuckign words and the things they evoke and stuff so yeah this is just some fave lines from most recent fic, requital. 
this was part of a ‘directors cut’ writer thing and if anyone has any more prompts, feel more than free to send them my way! 
Requital, Chp. 1: 
His honesty, wrapped tightly underneath a chivalrous act; a throwaway comment to soften the exposure of such a question, draws her closer.
She kisses him, and hopes that even though the motion is countless in the amount of times they’ve come together, that the answer is plain enough. A claim, she hears her own words in her head, tasting the tobacco of his morning cigarette on her tongue, the warmth of the pull at his hands on her hips.
so whilst i cant say this section was directly inspired by the ecdysis book, what i can say is that there is definitely some influence going on here, in particular these two lines from the page ‘synesthesia’:
“Wu Ming is a bonfire in the darkness, and she crawls toward his warmth.”
“Wu Ming leaves his questions by the wayside as he is drawn inexorably into the gravity well of her desperate honesty.” 
and thats not something i realised until i was writing the final draft, and im pretty pleased with myself considering not only is requital going to examine some of the similarities between avia and drifter, but also the fact that ecdysis is probably my favourite book. i mean…… ‘drawn inexorably into the gravity well of her desperate honesty’ what the FUCK KIND OF LINE its gorgeous i cant deal with it or this book or this page or how desperately gorgeous the tragedy of drifter and orins relationship is 
also…… look. im a hopeless romantic. always have been, probs always will be, so when i say avia and rook are soulmates i mean it in the cheesiest way possible. right before this is rook feeling a bit self-conscious about the whole awoken engaging thing, and theres no way avia can actually put into words how irrevocably in love she is with rook. so she kisses him, and hopes beyond hope that she can put those feelings into motions if not words. i also enjoy the small bit of possessiveness that came out of her too, because the whole ‘claim’ thing with the awoken was there since the first draft but this section came in the final edit, she thinks of it so casually but when she goes on to say that she’d actually duel anyone who came between them i…….. would not put it past her to be 100% down to do that. 
rook isnt a bonfire in the darkness, he’s an anchor in the deep, a solid tether when the sea becomes a storm. 
(ayyy where the FUCK WAS THAT WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS) 
Requital Chp. 2:
Here’s the thing, if you’ve gone through the trouble of decrypting this (a fortified certain-eyes-only encryption that took me a couple of hundred years to perfect, thank you very much), it at least means you’re interested, so hear me out.
i like this line a lot, for a few reasons. drifter knows avia well enough at this point to be well acquainted with her temper and lack of time for dealing with his nonsense. it’s the first flick of the coin between the two of them, drifter laying the proverbial gauntlet down and at the end of the day, its up to her whether or not she picks it up. 
and she does, avia asks levi to decrypt it, and the first thing she sees is drifter acknowledging that shes done so and asking her to at least hear him out. he’s kind of caught her out, and she can respect that even if thats not at the forefront of her mind. avia also has her own brand of curiosity when it comes to people like the drifter, so this is kind of the first inkling of that. and it also (i hope) makes you wonder if drifter is aware of that curiosity that she has, if he sent the message decrypted on purpose to get her interested. 
She smiles at the note, throws her legs over the bed and stretches around a yawn. Five minutes later, Levi puts her in her armour.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stick around?” The Ghost asks. “We don’t have anything urgent to do. There’s breakfast here.”
Avia hums, considering. She moves into the kitchen, glances over the fridge, the cupboards. She looks then onto the sofa, the sprawled pillows, untidy blankets. Suddenly the armour on her body feels heavy, out of place, like the metal has no right being somewhere like this.
“No. I’m not hungry, let’s go.”
“Okay,” Levi says in that tone of voice that lets her know they aren’t buying it. “Should we walk, or transmat?”
Avia notices the balcony door is still open. She walks over and closes it, the streets barely alive as one or two civilians walk to and fro, glancing idly at each other as they pass. “Transmat.”
avia immediately makes an comment about being all domestic with rook in chapter 1. its just not something that suits her in her own mind, and that line (even though i havent waffled about it bc dear god theres too much here already) was something i immediately knew i wanted if i was going to write a day of domestic bliss with her and her fiance, because i knew it’d be a hard thing for her to just get on with like a normal person aha. 
so, we get this part in chapter 2. the domestic bliss is over, and what avia knows best, what shes always known best, is a set of armour and getting back to work. however this part of herself contradicts that which she’s experienced for the past day, and especially the line ‘Suddenly the armour on her body feels heavy, out of place, like the metal has no right being somewhere like this.’ i put in to really reinforce that idea. its not the metal that feels out of place in this scene, its the person in the metal. and her eagerness to transmat straight to the tower rather than walk through the peaceful city streets shows her tendency to run from such thoughts.
this part came really naturally, actually. its a small snapshot into a bigger struggle avia has with herself (especially given the dreaming city, the reef, petra and now potentially going back to the worst part of the shore with drifter) of where she belongs, and more importantly, if she deserves to belong. which is why levi talks to her in that tone because they know what shes doing, theyve seen it so many times before – avia in a scenario that resembles something normal and running from it with no one around to stop her, because in her subconscious she doesnt believe she deserves it. 
“Ada-1, I believe, has fully settled into the Tower. She becomes more and more tolerable of the Guardians by the day. And with the discovery of Niobe labs, her mood has been favourable.”
i had no idea how fun scarlet was to write until i got to this part. she almost has her own language, really. writing ‘im really proud of ada because i spent all morning with her and she was only snippy with like two guardians and shes been really uplifted and im really happy for her since they found niobe labs’ in scarlets own ‘okay but heres the relevant information’ way of explaining things is a challenge but FUN. like, really fun?? 
because scarlet wouldnt be mentioning adas mood if she didnt care, ya know? and its not that she cant say that longer thing about being proud and stuff, its just that she doesnt see the sense in it and its not important information. like, if avia and eden were to spend a dedicated amount of time whittling her down she would absolutely say ‘i am so proud of ada and also i wanna smooch her face how do i do that as an exo’ but its just not a thing for her. but part of the reason why ada and scarlet being together was an idea that i had was because i imagine that line of thinking probably suits ada. 
“It was at Ada’s request. I had more knowledge of the area in its current state, and felt more comfortable talking to Ikora and her Hidden agents than Ada did…”
supportive exo girlfriends. that is all. man ive gotta write more about these two
“Hmm,” Ada wears a concerned stare masked behind a formal rigidity that Avia knows her Warlock teammate best for.
if im being honest, i just really enjoy this line. i imagine its hard for exos to show concern, esp a character like ada and my girl scarlet, so avia has spent a lot of time dissecting certain facial cues and yeah im proud of how this description came out aha
…as if she hadn’t spent the past few months clipping sidelong comments and threatening him when his Gambit veered out of the realm of her control.
avia is a control freak. plain and simple, and i wanted to make that as obvious as possible considering this sentence is only a few away from avia choosing to go and talk to drifter. 
there’s a certain amount of ‘i need to understand this thing that i have limited knowledge on so i can predict/control/plan for it in the future’ in how avia views drifter in general, its a kind-of warlock way of thinking about things but the big difference is avias need for control in these situations is a) selfish and b) only applies to things that she knows she has a good chance of understanding/taming. shes not going around learning about the hive because she has a good understanding that thats a cosmic threat that can only be defended against until it comes. drifter on the other hand is on her doorstep.
i also really loved the contradiction in putting ‘gambit’ and ‘control’ next to each other in a sentence, i kinda hoped it showed how conflicted avia is about going and talking to drifter, and maybe even how naive it is of her to think that it could turn out okay. 
She was incensed, maybe, at the way he spoke to Ada, needed to go and stomp the idea out of his head but he got her talking, like he does
i like this line bc its avia acknowledging that she knows how shes viewed. she knows everyone sees her as a hot-head, she knows her anger veers away from her sometimes and whilst she’s gotten better at getting a handle on it, it’s still an aspect of her that people who dont know her well enough find it hard to get past. 
i also enjoy how new people to this fic/avia in general might not know that this is a big part of her? so she’s trying to use it as an excuse, ‘well no one can blame me if i say i got really mad because thats what i do’ and it (hopefully) tells new people about that aspect of her character without having to show the worst part of it, the convo with ada being an introduction to it i guess – especially since the past few scenes have seen her a lot softer than im used to writing aha. 
“Dammit,” she mutters under her breath. And walks towards the Drifter before she can make a better decision
fun fact – this line was originally ‘and walks down the corridor before she can make a better decision.’ 
i changed it because i wanted to make it more obvious that avia is making a conscious decision to choose drifter, that she’s walking towards a path that she knows is not a good idea. it provides foreshadowing for the allegiance quest and referring to him as ‘The Drifter’ cements it as an idea that she’s walking towards and not necessarily a person. 
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